And even though I'm full of sin in the end you'll let me in
WHO: Daredevil & Night Nurse
WHERE: The MAC
WHEN: Sunday night
WARNINGS: Piranha induced injury
SUMMARY: Matt gets hurt. Linda responds.
FORMAT: Parananigans
It was all so sudden. Matt wasn't sure he would be able to exactly recount how it had happened, but one second he was in his office at the MAC, washing his hands after an evening patrolling the City in costume, and the next there was something with extremely sharp teeth shearing the flesh from his in between his index finger and thumb.
How he was able to get the animal--most likely a fish--detached from his hand, he wasn't entirely sure, but second nature soon kicked in, and once he had the damn thing off and flopping on the counter, he was able to beat it severely with his billy club, leaving a horrible bloody mix of fish guts and bones on the bathroom counter for Gemma to clean up in the morning.
Cleaning the bathroom was not a priority now. For some reason, no matter how much pressure was applied, he could not get the wound to stop bleeding. It just kept pouring out, dripping down his arm and all over his costume, and it became quite apparent that getting the injury taken care of was going to take some additional support.
The time of night didn't matter, Linda was going to live up to her name. Matt stood at her door, banging loudly, not caring if any of her neighbors heard him. He banged over and over and over again, testing the knob, finding it disappointingly locked.
"Night Nurse. Open up. Please." He juggled the knob one more time, nose wrinkling at the scent of his own blood filling his senses. No doubt there was a pool of blood slowly forming at his feet. Sorry, Linda.
WHERE: The MAC
WHEN: Sunday night
WARNINGS: Piranha induced injury
SUMMARY: Matt gets hurt. Linda responds.
FORMAT: Parananigans
It was all so sudden. Matt wasn't sure he would be able to exactly recount how it had happened, but one second he was in his office at the MAC, washing his hands after an evening patrolling the City in costume, and the next there was something with extremely sharp teeth shearing the flesh from his in between his index finger and thumb.
How he was able to get the animal--most likely a fish--detached from his hand, he wasn't entirely sure, but second nature soon kicked in, and once he had the damn thing off and flopping on the counter, he was able to beat it severely with his billy club, leaving a horrible bloody mix of fish guts and bones on the bathroom counter for Gemma to clean up in the morning.
Cleaning the bathroom was not a priority now. For some reason, no matter how much pressure was applied, he could not get the wound to stop bleeding. It just kept pouring out, dripping down his arm and all over his costume, and it became quite apparent that getting the injury taken care of was going to take some additional support.
The time of night didn't matter, Linda was going to live up to her name. Matt stood at her door, banging loudly, not caring if any of her neighbors heard him. He banged over and over and over again, testing the knob, finding it disappointingly locked.
"Night Nurse. Open up. Please." He juggled the knob one more time, nose wrinkling at the scent of his own blood filling his senses. No doubt there was a pool of blood slowly forming at his feet. Sorry, Linda.