Foggy lay in the hospital bed and stared at the ceiling.
There were a lot of things going through his mind. He was trying not to think about why he was there, because when he did, his shoulder started to throb all over again in a way that couldn't be numbed by the pain killers.
He had nearly not renewed his insurance last month, but then the Castle case happened and it seemed like an idea to make sure that he was covered in case it all went sideways.
Laughing to himself in a hospital room was probably a good way to convince the staff he had had a bit too much of the good stuff, but he really didn't care. Better that than the truth, which was that if he didn't laugh, he was going to cry and he didn't want to cry until he was home and in a shower and away from the world.
He didn't think crying was for pussies or girls. He just hated letting those cracks be seen, because people asked why and he couldn't tell them, because so much of it wasn't his to tell.
Nelson & Murdock was over. Ten years of work and dreaming and laughing and stressing with his best friend in the world-
Foggy squeezed his eyes shut as another throb pulsed from his shoulder out. The sharp pain of stitches pulling on his temple helped focus him.
Hogarth wanted to talk to him. Marci would tell him to stop freaking out and she'd probably straighten his tie and tell him he's better off with a job that has the insurance to cope with him being shot by irate clients and assistants and matching desks and electricity all the time where he wasn't paid in pies and stroganoff and-
No Matt Murdock, begging him to take this one case, because it mattered.
No Matt sitting at his desk, listening to recordings while his fingers worked over the pages of braille, or bitching about Karen's admittedly terrible clothing, or sauntering in late because he'd stayed out far too late.
He would have Karen, who had ridden in the ambulance with him. He would get coffee with her and talk about her investigations and who in his office wore the worst clothes. He would have his family, his Mom and Pop, his brother and his nieces and nephews and everyone else in the Nelson clan who had promised to descend on the hospital like a plague in the morning.
He would have Marci, who had come in and fussed at him with her scolding and her teddy bear for him and made sure that he was recovering. He might even have the chance to stay a couple of days with her while he recovered, because he couldn't face that long with the overload of caring from his parents. He'd ask her, when she came tomorrow.
A year ago, he wouldn't have been sitting here alone, in hospital. He would have been listening to Matt rant and demand and bully until he was allowed to come and sit with Foggy because visiting hours were for other people. He would've known that when he got out, Matt would drag him back to his place, or come and stay with him until he was feeling better.
His breath hiccupped. He swallowed it down and looked to the window again. It was sealed, he knew it didn't open, but part of him had hoped anyway.
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Date: 2019-01-09 12:02 pm (UTC)There were a lot of things going through his mind. He was trying not to think about why he was there, because when he did, his shoulder started to throb all over again in a way that couldn't be numbed by the pain killers.
He had nearly not renewed his insurance last month, but then the Castle case happened and it seemed like an idea to make sure that he was covered in case it all went sideways.
Laughing to himself in a hospital room was probably a good way to convince the staff he had had a bit too much of the good stuff, but he really didn't care. Better that than the truth, which was that if he didn't laugh, he was going to cry and he didn't want to cry until he was home and in a shower and away from the world.
He didn't think crying was for pussies or girls. He just hated letting those cracks be seen, because people asked why and he couldn't tell them, because so much of it wasn't his to tell.
Nelson & Murdock was over. Ten years of work and dreaming and laughing and stressing with his best friend in the world-
Foggy squeezed his eyes shut as another throb pulsed from his shoulder out. The sharp pain of stitches pulling on his temple helped focus him.
Hogarth wanted to talk to him. Marci would tell him to stop freaking out and she'd probably straighten his tie and tell him he's better off with a job that has the insurance to cope with him being shot by irate clients and assistants and matching desks and electricity all the time where he wasn't paid in pies and stroganoff and-
No Matt Murdock, begging him to take this one case, because it mattered.
No Matt sitting at his desk, listening to recordings while his fingers worked over the pages of braille, or bitching about Karen's admittedly terrible clothing, or sauntering in late because he'd stayed out far too late.
He would have Karen, who had ridden in the ambulance with him. He would get coffee with her and talk about her investigations and who in his office wore the worst clothes. He would have his family, his Mom and Pop, his brother and his nieces and nephews and everyone else in the Nelson clan who had promised to descend on the hospital like a plague in the morning.
He would have Marci, who had come in and fussed at him with her scolding and her teddy bear for him and made sure that he was recovering. He might even have the chance to stay a couple of days with her while he recovered, because he couldn't face that long with the overload of caring from his parents. He'd ask her, when she came tomorrow.
A year ago, he wouldn't have been sitting here alone, in hospital. He would have been listening to Matt rant and demand and bully until he was allowed to come and sit with Foggy because visiting hours were for other people. He would've known that when he got out, Matt would drag him back to his place, or come and stay with him until he was feeling better.
His breath hiccupped. He swallowed it down and looked to the window again. It was sealed, he knew it didn't open, but part of him had hoped anyway.
Nelson and Murdock was over.
Apparently, Matty and Foggy were too.