I've only gone and landed myself a job at a bar! Edited: 17/09/23

Blair liked to volunteer. She liked handing out her free time to making others better - even simple little things like making coffee for the night nurses, helping doctors overcome headaches and giving patients a person to talk to. Especially the lone children who's family had to go home.

Tonight, volunteering at the hospital was hectic. People were in and out. Children cried. It was hot and cold. Loud and almost fuzzy - she felt like she might die.

Like most times she volunteered, Blair would find herself near Claire, dossing her up on cheap coffee, giving pep talks and being the woman's entertainment.

Claire was definitely tired from having to pick up more shifts just to get by in their new apartment. Blair skipped classes to take extra shifts at the café. All because Matt Murdock got them attacked and they had to move ... what a life to live.

Blair really hoped all this extra work and everything was going to at least do something for her in the long run. She truly hoped she'd get a semi decent job at the end of this.

She wanted to be a children's nurse, a paediatric nurse had been her dream since she was a child. At least, after she got over the dream of being a ballerina and a warrior.

Chemicals had long burned the sense of smell she once prided herself on having. Matt had made her almost oblivious to blood and injuries. Things that should have made her feel sick, didn't bother her. Suppose, stitching up your situationship almost always would get rid of the care.

"If I have to tell Claire you've ripped your stitches I'm going to die." Blair admitted.

"I can't help rip them."

"Stop worrying about me, Matt is walking me home." Blair laughed, patting the man on the shoulder. Mr Jackson was a lovely widowed man at only the age of forty seven, he was her most loyal customer and the cafe. And bless his heart, yet another man that had defended her at three in morning after a particular late shift.

The man had been an officer, a semi decent one too, his shifts tended to end late and despite his hatred for her father (something about liking her mum and knowing her dad wasn't good enough?) he was a delight to her and made sure she got home safe every night, even the nights he wasn't working.

"What's the blind boyfriend going to do?"

"He's not my boyfriend." She laughed, shaking her head.

Mr Jackson smiled at her. "Just like Betty."

Her head tilted, brows plucked together. It wasn't often he spoke about his dead beloved Betty. She had passed from a bullet wound, Blair had been at her side, also in a hospital bed from a stab would in her arm (a mugging gone wrong since the only thing she had on herself was a pair of ballet shoes, a spare jumper and a bottle of water) and had been the one to tell the man the terrible news over a free coffee and a stolen bottle of vodka. "Why?"

"The trust you have for someone you love. Even when they don't give you a clear answer."

"He-"

"He tells you he likes you, wants you or loves you. I'm guessing? Yet, there's no relationship. I did the same for five years, until Betty got pregnant."

A pregnancy that didn't last, as Betty had a very devastating miscarriage, and lost the hope of a child and refused to try after that. Yet, Eddie Jackson never once forced her even after falling in love and desperately wanting a child.

"He's not ready." She shrugged. "I'm not ready. Life's life."

"Life's life." The man agreed, patting her leg in sympathy.

She pulled her lips between her teeth and nodded. There wasn't anything she could say in Matt's defence - out of everyone she was the most confused about the situation.

"Anyway. I can hold my own, my mum taught me."

On top of her own family teaching her, Matt had had his hand at fighting her (though it usually turned into a rough make out session and needy sex) and she had once taken self defence classes - they weren't very good mind, but better then nothing for most people.

"Go help Claire, I think she needs a coffee."

"Laced with whiskey?" She muttered, pushing herself off the edge of hospital bed. She patted the man's knee, giving a small 'love ya!' and made her way to the coffee machine in the staff room.

Hospital coffee was no where near good as her coffee. She was probably one of the best baristas at work - though, she had worked there for an embarrassing amount of time...

And of course, hospitals were not drama free - why would they be? Foggy Nelson, a man Blair admired for putting up with Matts bullshit for a few too many years — poor sod.

Blair walked to the two, handing over a cheap machine made cappuccino to Claire. The woman sipped it ignoring the boiling water burning her mouth and throat.

Foggy was still rattling to Claire, seemingly desperate for her to tell hime something. "Listen, as close as he gets, Matt's pretty good at not getting himself killed." Claire reminded Foggy, patting Blair on the arm as a thank you.

"I'm not so sure about that anymore."

"If anyone would of heard anything, it would be her. You really are asking the wrong person."

Blair rubbed his arm. "Listen, Sunny, he won't die. I tried suffocate him once to check his reflexes, he has good reflexes even in his sleep."

"You what?!"

"He hasn't contacted me and I normally get a message if he's off dying somewhere. So he should be all fine. Maybe." She pulled out her phone, checking for any notifications- as suspected there was none.

Claire screwed her eyes shut and let out a sigh. "Next time someone paranoid about a friend I'll send them your way."

Blair grinned widely, patted her hand ontop of fights head. "Listen, he's not dead. That man won't die no matter many times I've tried. If he was dead, you and I would be in a cell. It would be all I've the news, trust me he's hanging on somewhere, probably a dumpster."

Foggy's hand has found her wrist, pulling her closer. "Thank you."

Blair shrugged. She wasn't all that entirely sure, but at least someone was calm. And Foggy appeared to be came, despite his fingers almost breaking her wrist.

The silence that had fallen over them was shattered with bullets of a work. "You're dead!"

"Go to hell! They found Freddie Bones with ten slugs to his chest!"

"That wasn't us, prick."

"This happen often?" Foggy asked the two women, turning he's attention towards them. Blair shrugged, she had only 'volunteered' when Claire had called saying she needed help.

"It's been a bad week." Claire told the Nelson man.

A grunt left one of the men's lips as he picked up something in the tray near one of the many full beds.

"Testosterone." Blair mumbled in a sing-song tone, stepping away from the scalpel guy. She'd rather witness another murder then be a victim to another crime. Trauma wasn't all that it appeared to be.

"Shit." Claire cursed.

"Wow Claire, there could be children here."

Someone had gotten security's attention - someone smarter then the three simply talking. But, at least there was a nurse around and a lawyer so not too much trouble.

"Put it down! Put it down!" The security guy demanded.

"Back off!"

Blair stepped slightly forward, her friend and Foggy just a step behind her.

"There's innocent people here! This ain't got nothin' to do with you." Claire started, still standing between two of the beds. "You're gonna hurt somebody."

"Claire that's his plan! Think bigger."

"Blair shut up."

The security was pretty useless.  He stood their looking threatening acting as though a murder wasn't about to happen. "I won't tell you again." A noise left Blair's mouth, the tip of tongue resting under her teeth. "Put it down, now!"

Foggy and Claire watched the woman in front of them as she swung her head back, and counted the somewhat matching tiles, counting the small dots that decorated them.

"Hey, asshole." Foggy spoke up. "How many priors you got?"

"What'd you say to me?" Crazy scalpel guy demanded.

"I asked you about your priors." Foggy repeated.

"Yeah, keep talking shit." Crazy scalpel guy started to threaten. "I'll check you into ICU myself."

"You got face tattoos, friend." Foggy pointed out. "That's like telegraphing, 'I know what prison meatloaf tastes like.'"

"Go on, Mr. Nelson." Blair smiled at her friends partner. Friend being used loosely. Not many people she knew made out with their friends as much as they seemed to.

"You just better step back, now."

Blair rolled her eyes.

"I'm not gonna ask if you know what happens when you get charged with assault." Foggy told him, before adding: "I got a hunch you got more mug shots than baby pictures back home."

"Man, who are you?" Scapula guy said.

"I'm the pro-bono suit you'll try to retain after you go down for this." Foggy said. "Only, not even my soft-hearted partner will take your case, or any other self-respecting attorney in Hell's Kitchen." That was most definitely saying something, Blair smiled at the mention of Matt, she hadn't noticed that she did so. But someone did. "Not because you're so badass, but because you're just that stupid." 

"You got a big mouth, asshole."

"Oof, sorry there Mr attack-you-with-scalpel."

He heard her. Scowl on his face.

"You forget, I do this for a living." Foggy said, looking at Chad. "I could ask you to look at the faces of the other patients." He gestured around. "Every last one of 'em scared to death, because the two of you can't keep it in your pants." Ah, the daily 'who has got the bigger dick' competition, typically this was a funny competition that Blair would enjoy as a drunk girl in a bar, but at her none paying job, she had to take it serious. "But I'm guessing that neither one of you could give a collective shit." Foggy looked at the two men. "So I'm gonna do what attorneys do best and appeal to your selfish natures. Simply put, if you carve each other up now, in front of these witnesses, with cops right outside, you're screwed!" 

Blair sat on the end of one of the beds. The patient moved her legs, and sent a smile to the med student. Blair smiled back to the polite middle aged lady. The two had bonded over ballet, apparently the lady had also grown up with the same dance.

"I can't just walk away, man."

"I'm not asking you to lose the oh-so-serious stink-eye." Foggy mocked. "Just don't fight, put them down." Foggy gestured to the weapons of choice. "Let these people do their jobs." His voice turned softer as he gestured to the nurses and doctors. "Come on."  They complied.

"I know who I'm calling if I get into an argument or whatever."

"Son of a bitch." Claire sighed.

"Claire bear." Blair tutted.

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With Foggy's anxiety flooding everyone else's body, Claire had no choice but to search for Matthew Murdock as Blair stood behind her drinking Claire's coffee. "Not here. And he's not uptown, either." Claire informed Foggy. "Nothing in the morgues." She added. "Wherever our friend's spending the night, it ain't in a hospital."

"Check the bins, he falls asleep in them all the time."

"Once."

"Like three times I'm aware of. Probably before us too."

Foggy let the trapped air fall from his mouth, he looked between the two women. He supposed it all of them, Blair would have some idea. He had after all walked in on a few heated moments between the two after hours at the office or in any room the two both shared. "Guess that's as good a news as I'm gonna get."

Blair patted his arm. "We'll call you."

"Hey, man, with friends like these He's gonna be fine." Claire said. "We've seen him in action." Claire looked at him as promisingly as she could.

"I'm gonna go."  Foggy told the duo with a sigh. "Thanks."

"You know, you're good with people." Claire complimented. Blair nodded in agreement.

"Yeah, I'm a real charmer."

Blair looked at him with empathy. She could hear the several tones of self doubt. The tone covered in sarcasm. The same tone she used the whole way through college and high school and even in med school.

"I'm serious. The only thing I ever saw stop a thug mid-fight - was a bigger thug."

"Yeah, I like to keep it thuggish." Foggy joked.

Blair wanted to give this man a hug, but she didn't know him well enough. Not yet anyway. "I mean, if I need anyone to defend me I'll call you." Blair started with a soft, genuine smile. A tone that told Foggy that all of this would be honesty. "Did you see yourself? You were amazing, Mr Nelson." She tightened the stupid pony once again. "I bet you are a great defence lawyer." She made eye contact, seeing the small twitch in his lips just before. "I mean fuck Matt."

"I'm sure you already do." Foggy joked.

"Had that boy on his knees. Anyway, you are amazing and I have a feeling you need to be told that more." Blair grabbed a piece of paper and a pen. "I mean you came up with that on the spot, imagine what you can do when you've prepared before hand." She scribbled down her number and passed it to Foggy. "If you ever feel down about yourself or just wanna be complimented, or just fancy drinks, call me or text me. We should probably be friends due to our dear Matthew the idiot."

Foggy took the number with a smile and slipped it into his pockets. "I can see why he likes you."