matt murdock's life is out of control. (
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capeandcowllogs2011-06-30 04:20 am
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And you're right there, but I can't see you
WHO: Matt and anyone who is visiting him in the hospital
WHERE: A hospital...
WHEN: Backdated to Sunday night through Thursday afternoon. Please specify the time and date in your post! :)
WARNINGS: ???
SUMMARY: Matt is in the hospital and people visit him
FORMAT: Whatever you like.
Matt was pretty lousy at this sort of thing. The idea of lying still and letting people poke him and prod him and study his body never sat well with him. He didn't like having to explain away gunshot and stab wounds, or deal with the inevitable vision tests that doctors always seemed to want to perform on him. He especially didn't like that these doctors were strangers to him, people who didn't know him or know his history. He couldn't really trust these people to figure out what was wrong with him, why he'd lost his memories, or why his powers were gone.
But without his radar, he was useless. He felt so paralyzed without it, like he was broken and had no chance in the world of ever being fixed again. Now instead of being Hell's Kitchen's most feared defender he was some pitiful, strung out blind guy. It was quite a way to fall. Sure, he'd experienced a loss of his powers before, but this seemed so much more profound and terrifying. Maybe it was the not knowing how it had happened or who was responsible.
Someone had to be responsible, right? He didn't roofie himself. He didn't rough himself up. But he could remember anything since Tuesday. Whoever had done this had picked the perfect target: without his powers, he wouldn't be able to identify them anyway, with or without the drugs.
As it was now, he couldn't identify the visitors in his room, not without hearing their voices or being told they were there. He couldn't smell people, he couldn't hear their heartbeats. He could do nothing but lie in that bed and wait for some strange doctor to give approval for him to leave.
Matt was pretty sure he was going to go insane.
WHERE: A hospital...
WHEN: Backdated to Sunday night through Thursday afternoon. Please specify the time and date in your post! :)
WARNINGS: ???
SUMMARY: Matt is in the hospital and people visit him
FORMAT: Whatever you like.
Matt was pretty lousy at this sort of thing. The idea of lying still and letting people poke him and prod him and study his body never sat well with him. He didn't like having to explain away gunshot and stab wounds, or deal with the inevitable vision tests that doctors always seemed to want to perform on him. He especially didn't like that these doctors were strangers to him, people who didn't know him or know his history. He couldn't really trust these people to figure out what was wrong with him, why he'd lost his memories, or why his powers were gone.
But without his radar, he was useless. He felt so paralyzed without it, like he was broken and had no chance in the world of ever being fixed again. Now instead of being Hell's Kitchen's most feared defender he was some pitiful, strung out blind guy. It was quite a way to fall. Sure, he'd experienced a loss of his powers before, but this seemed so much more profound and terrifying. Maybe it was the not knowing how it had happened or who was responsible.
Someone had to be responsible, right? He didn't roofie himself. He didn't rough himself up. But he could remember anything since Tuesday. Whoever had done this had picked the perfect target: without his powers, he wouldn't be able to identify them anyway, with or without the drugs.
As it was now, he couldn't identify the visitors in his room, not without hearing their voices or being told they were there. He couldn't smell people, he couldn't hear their heartbeats. He could do nothing but lie in that bed and wait for some strange doctor to give approval for him to leave.
Matt was pretty sure he was going to go insane.
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[He says that as casually as possible, hoping that there's no one else in the room with them.]
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Yeah. Your alter-ego.
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I probably shouldn't have said that.
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[ another pause. she feels really bad about this. ]
I'm really, really sorry.
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[He pauses, brows furrowing.]
... Did you bring flowers?
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[ you can't see it matt but she's twisting her hands in her lap. yup. ]
And I am sorry. I asked, I just didn't think you'd actually answer me.
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[He smiles, just slightly.]
It seemed like a good idea at the time. I wasn't really thinking straight.
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[ because she knows enough about super heroes to know that secret identities should really stay secret. ]
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Can I ask you what happened? Or are you sick of talking about it?
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Some people came to my office. I don't know who they were, but they were able to subdue me. When I came too, I was... somewhere else. A lab or something. They had me restrained, they injected me with something, drew my blood.
[He's silent for a moment.]
They were speaking Russian, I only understood a few words.
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That's terrible. I'm sorry.
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[He considers telling her that it's okay, but... well, it's not. It's really horrible, actually.]
I don't know what happened to the others, though.
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[ poor katurian. she doesn't say anything for a minute. ]
What are you doing to do?
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[ the kidnappers, she means. ]
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[ pause. she was going to put her hand in her purse to check her phone but that seems like a risky proposition right now. it would be super awkward to walk out of here with a chainsaw. ]
I guess maybe I should get a better door lock. Or something.
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That's a good idea in this place anyway. [A beat.] You mentioned that your husband was here?