Foggy Nelson wondered, really wondered if today was going to be the day. He took each step with apprehension and cringed as he heard each shout or slamming door. He and Matt had been damn near inseparable since the day the other had come to his dorm room; and they thought they'd be inseparable for much longer. Since the Frank Castle case...since...everything things seemed to have been turned upon its head. He ascended the stairs, seeing as the elevator was, and had been for quite some time, out of order. Foggy finally made it up to Matthew's apartment, panting slightly he pushed against the door that gave terribly easily. He gulped and padded into the dimly lit room, his breath coming fast now as he murmured, "Matt? Buddy? Where-"

He yelped as Matt literally fell into his arms, groaning; Foggy could smell the blood, sweat, and even alcohol.

"Matt!" he yelped and fell to his knees as he bore the weight of his friend. "Fuck it." he grunted and set Matt down as carefully as he could and fumbled for his cellphone, "Y-yeah, uh, ambulance, my friend, there was a break in-um, I don't- he's bleeding- a lot- uh-" he gave the apartment complex, and address and quickly went to work, getting Matt out of his body armor.

He was terrified, Matt could tell that much; even in his delirious state, and he wanted to try and console his poor friend as best he could, but all that came out of his mouth was a groan and a whistling noise. Oh. Yeah. That broken rib wasn't doing much good for him now.

"Hold on, Matt...Matthew? Hey- stay awake, buddy!" Foggy barked as he managed to get Matt- and with great difficulty at that- out of the costume. He growled and just slapped his face gently. "Stay. The. Fuck. Awake." he insisted and just tried to stop the bleeding. He could get a better look at the problem now; several long, deep slashes across the belly, chest, and a rather deep-looking knife wound to the ribs. Foggy cursed and shook his head. "Matt, buddy- please. Come on..." he whimpered and just pressed his suit jacket to the wounds, feeling Matt go limp.

That panics him.

"MATT!" He yelped and his eyes rushed to his poor friend's face, "Wake up, oh, please-" His voice cracked a little and he shook Matt a little, just to get him to respond. "Goddammit Matt..." He heard the paramedics rushing up to the room.

"In here!" Foggy cried out and stood back as the men shoved past.

"What happened sir?"
Foggy froze. "What- I guess there was an intruder, he- uh...I dunno, I was coming over to see if he wanted to go out for drinks and- I heard crashing and-"

The paramedic frowned, "You'll come with us, sir." He decided and helped his comrades load Murdock onto a stretcher.

Once safely in the ambulance, the paramedics continued working to get Matt conscious again.

"I-Is he going to be okay?" Foggy inquired in a most tremulous voice, but he was simply ignored in the corner he sat alone, dejected in the corner, watching as they tried to help his friend. There was a slight jolt as the ambulance took off, the scream of the sirens and Foggy found it ironic that he'd always wanted to ride in an ambulance- just, not, with his friend who might have been dying.

He must have blacked out somehow because Franklin Nelson could remember nothing after they arrived at the Metro-General. He called for Claire, who rushed to the scene.

"Get him to ICU- NOW." She snapped and followed after them, with Foggy trailing along after.

"Is he gonna be okay?" Foggy asked no one in particular, trying to keep himself under control. He found himself shut out of the ICU and ushered into a waiting room where he would sit for hours, possibly. He took that time to call Karen.

This was getting fucking ridiculous; there was no way Matt could even think of keeping this from her, and there was no way Foggy himself was letting him try to make him keep it from her either.

He was relieved when Karen picked up the phone. "Foggy? Hey I was-"
"Karen, hang on, you need to get to Metro-General, like, now."
"Uh, yeah, um, is everything okay? Is Matt okay? Are you okay?" Foggy could sense the rising panic in her voice.

He sighed heavily, "Yeah, uh, no. Matt's hurt, real bad...and...I have to tell you something; something important, okay? No more secrets..." he promised softly and quickly hung up before Karen could respond. Foggy pocketed his phone and rubbed his temples, looking exhausted. This night could definitely have gone better...