( Matt has been a calm center in the storm, with hallucinations running rampant. he is honestly used to a voice or two in his head, figments of the past sneaking up on him and putting in their two cents on what he's doing. that he's used to casually imagining his dead loved ones talking to him is a little ridiculous, though it does make all this a bit easier. when you already ignore the voices in your head, it's easy practice to keep on ignoring. he's even relatively centered through the hallucinations of everyone else, able to stay calm and do what he can to talk them through.
he's not particularly calm, or centered, right about now. even if Elektra would likely benefit from it. he's trying, granted, it just turns out it's difficult not to get emotional and invested when someone he cares about so deeply is in pain. if there was any part of him left that could pretend he'd moved on from how he'd felt about Elektra before she left him, it's died a sudden and vicious death in witnessing her in genuine pain and terror.
he gets her to the bed, even if it means an uncomfortable truck up stairs — he puts her down as gently as he can, and lingers close next to her. )
I know, I know you can. ( every sign her body is giving is that she's extreme pain, enough that even for a moment Matt had believed it too. he's reluctant to pull the sheets away, as if that might mask the blood and he'll find out she's right and she's really bleeding out in front of him, but that's his own demons whispering, isn't it? ) I'll check. Close your eyes, and just focus on me.
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he's not particularly calm, or centered, right about now. even if Elektra would likely benefit from it. he's trying, granted, it just turns out it's difficult not to get emotional and invested when someone he cares about so deeply is in pain. if there was any part of him left that could pretend he'd moved on from how he'd felt about Elektra before she left him, it's died a sudden and vicious death in witnessing her in genuine pain and terror.
he gets her to the bed, even if it means an uncomfortable truck up stairs — he puts her down as gently as he can, and lingers close next to her. )
I know, I know you can. ( every sign her body is giving is that she's extreme pain, enough that even for a moment Matt had believed it too. he's reluctant to pull the sheets away, as if that might mask the blood and he'll find out she's right and she's really bleeding out in front of him, but that's his own demons whispering, isn't it? ) I'll check. Close your eyes, and just focus on me.