Hello everyone! I am excited to release to you all a brand new series that will be getting released sometime in the next few months. These are chapters one and two that I figured I would include for you all <3

Mind you, this is still in the editing process! What you read now is just the 'rough draft' so bare with me. 

Anywho, without further ado, here is part one and two of my new series (which is still untitled lol)

[Chapter 1]

Holly had always been a helper.

Ever since she was young, a child saint as her father liked to call her, She would help her mother with cooking dinner, clean up the neighbors homes, or really anything she could do to help others.

Her mother had always instilled in her from a young age the idea of being helpful. If you saw someone who was in need of help-help them.

So that's what Holly had done. She made it her profession to help people.

"Good evening, Mr. James." Holly said in a sing-song tone, her voice echoing throughout the hospital room like a breath of fresh air. "Who's winning the game?" She questioned as she made her way over to him, taking her stethoscope out as she placed it against his chest.

She already knew who won the game, but considering the man she was caring for had dementia, every time he watched the game was like the first. She knew Red Sox would make it up by seven before The Braves stole the lead after Red Sox struck out with each one of their batters.

But Mr. James didn't have to know that.

He composed his breath. "Red Sox are up by three." He said irritated, looking up at Holly. Mr. James was always a fan of Holly, as she was one of the very few nurses who considered him anything other then an absentminded old man.

Mr. James was an elderly patient that was in and out of the hospital for heart issues-most likely for stressing himself out about the Braves making it to game seven. "I'm telling ya if I was there, Red Sox wouldn't even have a chance against the Braves."

"Well soon you'll be able to root for the Braves in person." She smiled, taking her stethoscope back as she placed it in the pocket of her scrubs. "Just a couple more days and then you'll be out by left field."

He gave a disappointed noise. "My wife hates baseball. Says I should waste my money on something important like taking her to Paris." He groaned. "Say, you should go with me to a Braves game. You would probably be more fun then my wife would."

Holly lifted Mr. James arm, holding the needle up to a vein as she poked through his skin. "Oh come on. We already spend enough time together, I think you should spend time with your actual wife."

"Nonsense. your like my hospital wife." He said as Holly drew blood from his vein.

"Your hospital wife, huh?" She questioned, taking the needle out as she patted the spot down with a cotton pad before placing a band-aid over the area. "Last I checked I never agreed to this marriage."

"It's a secret marriage." He winked, making Holly chuckle.

"Well sadly your hospital wife is officially off duty for the night." She said, looking down at her watch as she stood from the side of his bed.

"Aren't you gonna stay a bit longer?" He questioned, his face forming to a small pout. "I just got my jello and 'I Love Lucy' is on after the game."

"Hard for me to say this, but I'm gonna have to pass." She gave an upside down smile. "I told my brother I would meet him at the bar tonight."

Mr. James fell back into his hospital bed, giving Holly a disappointed look. "Alright, I get it. You just don't want to spend time with your husband."

Holly chuckled. "I'm calling your wife."

"Don't!" He put his hand up. "She'll get on me for eating Jello again. Just let me keep my joy for the rest of the night."

"Fine, I'll let you keep your joy." She laughed as she cleaned up her area before she headed for the door. "Nurse Claire is gonna take care of you for the night so if you need anything, you know the drill."

Mr. James waved his hand up. "Merry Christmas, Holly. From me and Mrs. James."

Holly smiled as she gave a small wave. 'Merry Christmas!"

Holly changes in the locker room into something less...germ filled. Tossing a white turtle neck over her torso and throwing on a pair of jeans, she takes her hair out of the braid she wore before heading downstairs and out the building as she tossed her arms into her coat.

Winter was always Holly's favorite time. Being named after the Holly plant, her mother and father had a thing for Christmas ever since they where young. Decorating the shop in bright colored lights was one of Holly's favorite memories growing up-along with eating endless amounts of Christmas brittle her Grandma would make.

In walking in Hell's Kitchen, she made note of the people she saw walking by. Mothers lugging their children behind them, others arguing about last minute Christmas gifts while some couples debated if a new TV was the best idea.

Stopping at the sidewalk, while waiting for the cross walk light to blink white, she looked down and checked her phone. She saw a text message from her mom wishing her a 'Merry Christmas-eve.' Sending a quick reply back, she places her phone in her pocket as she shoots across the street and towards the bar.

Stepping around the customers with Santa hats and beers outside the bar, Holly takes in the flickering red neon sign as she walks towards the direction of the bar entrance.

Taking hold of the door handle, Holly opens it and welcomes the rush of warm air, inviting her in to get away from the cold. Stepping inside, she brushes her brown hair away from her eyes and searches for her brother. The dirty blonde man spoke with his friend, along with the woman behind the bar counter. A smile getting swept across Holly's face, she walks towards the bar.

"Add it to my tab, Josie!" The man exclaims, the same smile Holly wore being swept across his face.

Holly watches as Josie rolls her eyes as she moves away from the boys, and onto a new set of people who are sitting down at the bar.

Foggy turns his head at the sound of footsteps echoing behind him. Quickly a large smile beams across his face as he stands from the barstool.

"Took you long enough!" He says excitedly, wrapping his arms around Holly as he brings her into a large bear hug. His brows furrowed as he pulled back. "You smell like a sanitizing wipe."

"Thanks?" Holly questions, making Foggy give a small laugh. She moves her head over, seeing a man with brown fluffy hair and red frames on his face flashing a smile in her direction. "Who's this?" She questioned, still wearing a small smile.

Starting at his face, now getting a better view, she took in his dark brown hair – which Holly noted looked very soft – sat neatly on his head. Though she couldn't see his eyes behind his deep red glasses, she noticed the crow's feet by the corner of his eyes.

The stubble speckled across his jaw had her mesmerized as it then took her eyes to his lips. They were pink and set in a grin, something Holly guessed was something he did a lot.

Then Holly felt her eyes wander down to his neck.

She noticed the subtle detail when he swallowed and how his simple black tie was wrapped around him, tucked under the collar of his shirt. Not stopping there, her eyes then traced down to his broad shoulders, his chest, and as her eyes went lower, her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of Foggy's voice.

"Oh right!" Foggy palmed his head with his hand. "Matt, this is my sister Holly." He pointed his hand at Holly. "And Holly this is my friend and partner in business, Matt Murdock." He patted his friend as he introduced him by his full name.

"Nice to meet you, Holly." Matt said with a flashing smile-one of which Foggy had warned him to keep off his face in front of his younger sister. "I've heard a lot about you."

Despite hearing her name a million times, even to the point of growing tired of it, something about Matt saying it made her swoon. Pulling her head back to reality, Holly reached out her hand and shook it in Matt's palm.

"Nice to meet you too." Her eyes bright again. "I hope you've only heard the good stuff."

Oh Foggy please tell me you kept out of the conversation the time I threw up on the Ferris wheel at Coney Island.

"Only good things." Matt grinned.

Thank God.

"Besides the story about Coney Island. That one left quite the impression." He joked.

Fuck.

"I thought I told you that stays between us." Holly nudged Foggy, wearing a closed smile as he let out a pathetic 'Ouch'

"Oh come on, It's just Matt." Foggy loosely shrugged as he faced Matt again. "Besides the night is young, and I have a long list of embarrassing stories about Matt."

Holly laughed as she made way between Matt and Foggy, sitting down between the pair as everyone sat back down again.

"I'm not sure she needs to hear those stories, Foggy." Matt pleaded with a smile as he wiped his hands over his face.

"Oh she does." Foggy turned to Josie and raised his hand. "I need an old fashioned and a beer stat, m'lady." He turned back to the group. "We have a long Christmas eve ahead of us."

Josie rolled her eyes and looked to Holly. "Your with them, Holly?"

"I'm his sister." She gave a smile to Josie.

Josie nodded slowly, raising her eyebrows. "Hard to believe." She looked to Foggy. "I actually enjoy her company."

"Oh come on, Josie-" Foggy debated with Josie as Holly chuckled to herself, turning in the direction of Matt as he spoke.

"So, Holly." Matt lifted his bottle to his lips, taking a large swig. "Foggy tells me your a nurse. Hard to believe someone else in the family made it out of the butcher business." He joked. "I hear it's like a cult."

Holly smiled, "It's hard to believe but I escaped the meat slicing business." She gave a small nod as a thanks to Josie as she passed her an old fashioned while Matt chuckled. "I work at Metro-General."

"She works her ass off for that damn place." Foggy chimed in, making Holly interrupt him with 'No I do not-' as Matt chuckled at their interaction.

"It's a job. I work as well as anyone should at a job." She defended herself with Foggy as she turned back to Matt. "I just enjoy what I do. I've formed connections with people, I consider them more like friends then patients."

Matt picked up on the happiness in her voice, and God he loved it. She was like one big ray of sunshine. She was sweet. When Foggy told Matt that he had a sister he thought of her to either be as Brash as Theo, or a burnt out nurse like most he knew. Holly on the other hand, was a happy nurse with a purpose. She truly wanted to help people, and to say Matt was intrigued was an understatement.

"I think your just a workaholic." Foggy agued as he took a sip from his bottle. "At least tell me you have tomorrow off."

Holly shrugged. "I offered to work tomorrow." Foggy let out a groan. "There are other nurses who have children, I want to make sure they have a good Christmas. I said I would cover an extra shift tomorrow for a girl who works on my floor."

Foggy shook his head as he looked over to Matt. "This my friend, is why being nice has it's downfalls." He raised a finger. "Y'know, my mom wanted me to be a butcher."

"She wanted all of us to be a butcher." Holly chimed in as she sipped from her drink, making Matt chuckle.

"And you know what I said to that?" Foggy questioned.

"You never remember." Matt said.

"I said no mom, I want to be a lawyer." He patted Holly's back. "And so it began, the long streak of helpful rebellions leaving the nest of meat slicing for better. One became a successful lawyer, and one became a workaholic nurse."

Holly chuckled, "You forgot about Theo."

Foggy's face scrunched as he waved a hand. "He stayed in the business, he didn't join the rebellion."

The group laughed all together, before continuing on their conversations.

Matt would ask Holly the occasional question, letting her answer on her own terms, but listening to every word intently. He liked the way she would stutter over her words when getting excited about something, or the way she would snort a laugh when she was telling funny stories about patents she has worked with, and most of all, she loved how she had a spark inside of her. One that was strong for her beliefs, and one that kept her out of the dark depressing hole New York typically sent people down.

By the end of the evening, everyone was rather tipsy, except for Matt. He had to walk back home and his tolerance wasn't bothered much by the two beers he had downed. At one point, Foggy had gotten so drunk that he decided starting a karaoke club at Josie's would be a good idea.

It wasn't.

"Josie come on-" Foggy argued as Josie pushed him out the front door of the bar, edging him straight to the concrete floors that where being covered with small snow flurries.

"Next time you come in, keep your singing voice outside." She rolled her eyes, closing the door behind her as both Matt and Holly bursted out with laughter.

Foggy stood up as Matt gave him a hand, wiping the snow off his trousers as he looked straight across at Holly. Cabs whizzed by, racing with the drunk parties swaying on the sidewalks. The sounds of sirens filling the cool air outside.

"Well that was an eventful night." Foggy laughed, tossing his work bag over his shoulder. "Say, wanna hit a few more bars before heading home?"

With hesitation, Holly shook her head. "As much as I appreciate the offer, I should be getting home." Foggy gave her a complaining look, making Holly defend herself. "I have a red-eye shift tomorrow morning and it's already getting late. Besides, I need to prepare myself to work with a hangover."

Foggy rolled his eyes, "Workaholic."

Holly snarked before being pulled into a hug by Foggy. "You sure your okay walking home?" He questioned Holly. "I can call you a cab."

Shaking her head, Holly pulled back. "I'll be fine. I only live a couple minutes from here anyways."

Matt spoke up. "Which direction you heading?"

Holly turned to face him. "West. What about you?"

"Same way." He gave a small smile, which went anything but unnoticed by Foggy. "I can walk you home."

"Oh no, really it's okay." Holly tried to persuade him out of it, as she waved her hands in protest. Matt instantly gave her a stern look that made her mouth shut, nodding for him to walk her home.

Foggy looked between the pair. "Well I'm heading North so it seems our paths are differing." He looked over at Holly. "Text me when you get home so I know your not dead." He gushed.

Holly scoffed. "I'll be fine, but I'll still text you."

A cab pulled up to the side of them, leaving Matt and Holly waving goodbye at Foggy who was getting into the yellow car. "Oh! And Merry Christmas, Holly." He pointed as she waved goodbye.

"Merry Christmas, Fog!" She said just before the door shut, and Foggy drove away.

When she spun around, Matt was waiting behind her with the same smile he wore before. He put his arm out, "You ready?"

She moved towards him, placing her hand on his bicep as they prepared to walk. "All ready." She said, and with that Matt starting tapping his stick on the ground as they walked towards Holly's apartment.

"I uh," Holly looked over at Matt. "Can I ask you a question?"

"I haven't always been blind." He said, turning to Holly as she let out a breath she had been holding in that almost sounded like a laugh.

"I'm guessing you get that question a lot?" She felt bad for bringing the topic up. As someone who has worked with patients who where blind and deaf, she knew those topics where sensitive to bring up. Still, the many old fashions she had consumed in the past three hours had made those worries drift away, curiosity outweighing her manors.

Matt's lips formed into something between a pout and a smirk. "That and how I brush my hair."

Holly's smile appeared again. "How do you brush your hair?"

"Honestly." Matt barked a scoff. "You just kinda hope for the best ."

Holly looked down and laughed as they continued walking through the almost empty streets of Hell's Kitchen. Snow flurries fell faster as time went on, and Christmas lights blinked in the windows of apartments above.

She couldn't help the smile that formed on her face and the glint in her eyes. She can't help but mentally note how comfortable they both are with each other. Maybe Matt was just like this with everyone because of he's so charismatic?

"So, what made you become a nurse?" Matt questioned, turning his head in the direction of Holly. "Or was it the mere fact you didn't want to slice meat for the rest of your life?"

Holly smiled. "I've always been a helper." She loosely shrugged. "Nursing just kind of seemed like that profession that would work best for me." She nodded her head a bit. "That and slicing my own turkey didn't seem that appealing."

Matt chuckled. "With how many times I used to stitch my dad up when I was young, I should have become a nurse."

Holly's brows furrowed. "Wait a minute- your last name's Murdock?" Her eyes widened as she pointed to Matt. "Your Battlin' Jack Murdock's kid!"

Matt's interest was instantly peaked. "You watch boxing?"

"Kind of." Holly explained. "My dad used to watch it growing up so I would watch it with him. My mom would get mad at him saying it would put ideas in my head so after a while I had to sneak into the living room after school to watch old recordings."

Matt laughed. "That's crazy. I would never take you for someone who watches boxing." He turned to her. "You just seem-"

"Divertingly nice?"

"Yes, divertingly nice." Matt nodded as he laughed. "I just would never see that." He shrugged. "Not that I'm seeing much these days."

Holly laughed harder then she had the entire night as they came to a stop in front of her place. she expects him to release her arm but he doesn't. His soft and gentle hand is still grasping her and she can't help but appreciate the warmth from him radiating onto her. How she's able to feel it through her clothes? She doesn't know but she can feel it and she likes it.

"So, I guess I'll see you around? Well obviously not see you in a literal sense but you know." Matt jokes.

"Yeah, I guess I'll see you around." Holly says, wrapping her jacket further over her body. She gave a quick smile before walking up the steps to her building.

With a newfound confidence, most likely from the drinks she had consumed that night, she turns back to Matt as he was about to start walking off.

Hey uh- Matt." She turned back to him as his head turned in her direction again. "I'm not doing anything tomorrow night after work. So if you want you can come over and watch Elf with me." She offered. "I'm gonna make cookies and sit in my pajamas, nothing really busy. Just in case you get bored, the offers open."

Matt tried to hold a smile back at bay, but failed miserably. "That sounds nice." He says quietly. "I'll uh- I'll get your number from Foggy and If I can make it I'll text you."

"Great." Holly said with a high pitched voice. "Merry Christmas, Matt."

Holly pulled the handle open to her apartment building, embarrassing the warmth the heater brought her cheeks the second she walked inside.

"Merry Christmas, Holly." Matt said quietly to himself as he placed his hands in his pockets, walking back in the direction of the bar so he could head home. 

[Chapter 2]

All Holly wanted to do was see Matt.

The night Matt walked Holly home, from the moment she entered her apartment she was on cloud nine. She couldn't stop smiling-something that although was common for her, was much harder to get rid of now, and was swooning over her brothers best friend like an idiot in a rom-com.

Mr. James moved his head up in the direction of Holly as she cleaned off the tools next to his bed. Christmas music played softly from the TV in his room as he turned the volume down to speak with her.

"I never knew needles could bring a person such joy." Mr. James said, making Holly wipe the smile off her face as she peered up at him. "Don't get me wrong, I love your smile, but your starting to scare me."

She gave a small snark. "Sorry- I'm just in a really good mood." She looked back down at the tools in front of her.

Mr. James had a grin wipe across his face. "If I was mistaken I would think you had a boy on your mind." He gave suggestive look as Holly looked over at her. "Are you cheating on me Holly Nelson?"

Holly smiled down at the floor as she collected the tools she needed- her stethoscope, the blood pressure cuff, and her butterfly needles. "I am not cheating on you, don't worry." She furrowed her brows at him. "Last I heard though there's another woman with your last name. Would I be wrong to assume your cheating on me?"

Mr. James shook his head as he looked away jokingly. "No, never." Holly laughed at his remark as she took his blood pressure. "But really, are you going to tell me why you've been smiling like a maniac or am I going to hear about it on the news?"

She looked at the numbers before writing them down on the clipboard in her lap. "It's a boy."

Mr. James let out a dramatic groan as he fell back into his seat. "Holly, your too good for any of these men in the world." He shook his head. "Don't waste your time with guys who can't even see your potential."

Oh Mr. James, I'm wasting my time on a guy who can't see anything.

"You sound just like my father." She placed the stethoscope up to his chest, listening to his heartbeat. He scoffed before he spoke.

"Your father sounds like a smart man." He said as he took one large deep breath as she moved from one side of his chest to the other. "So who is this mystery guy?"

Holly pulled back, taking the stethoscope from her ears as she reached down for the clipboard. "His name is Matt. But it's not anything special, I just asked him if he wanted to come over tonight and watch a movie." She wrote down all the information she needed on the clipboard. "He hasn't even texted me so If I'm being honest he probably won't come." She shrugged.

"Here's a bit of information from a guy, we don't respond until the last minute." He let out an irritated gruff. "When I was dating my wife, I would ignore her calls for hours. But the hour before we had plans, I would pick up."

Holly furrowed her brows and cocked her head. "Why?"

"Because men are a bunch of stuck up dicks." Holly bursted out in laughter. "Pardon my language, but it's true." Holly began to clean his arm off as she prepared to take his blood.

"Matt isn't like that." She moved her head a bit. "Or at least I think he isn't. I highly doubt my brother would introduce me to a professional dick." She poked the needle through his skin as blood started to draw into the vitals. "But we'll see."

Mr. James nodded his head. "Well either way, if he shows up or not, I can already tell you this guy doesn't deserve you." He looked behind Holly as a smile appeared on his face. "Speaking of men who don't deserve women."

Holly turned behind her, seeing Mrs. James wearing a large smile as she carried two gifts in her hands-all covered in red and green wrapping paper.

"Oh Holly, dear!" She exclaimed with a smile as she walked over to Holly as she took the needle from his arm and wrapped it up. "What are you doing here on Christmas? Shouldn't you be at home with your family?"

Holly stood as she walked over to the short elderly woman, reaching down as she gave her a hug. "I told Anna I would work a shift for her so she could be with her son." Mrs. James let out a disappointed noise, sad that Holly was at a hospital with a rather old man instead of being out with her family. "-But it's fine. I didn't have any big plans anyway, so this keeps me occupied."

Mrs. James gave her a short smile, the dimples on her cheeks forming. "Still, I feel bad your here. Your young, you should be enjoying your youth." She looked behind Holly at Mr. James as her face grew a bit softer. "How's he been today?"

"He's been good." Holly gave a smile. "Hasn't repeated anything, and all his vitals are sounding good."

Mrs. James gave a thankful smile as she placed her free hand over her heart. "Well Christ, consider this a Christmas miracle." She looked at Holly and handed her a wrapped box. "Here, I got you a gift. From Arthur and I."

Holly took the box in her hand, giving Mrs. James a smile. "Thank you, Dorthey." She sighed to herself. "I'm so sorry, I didn't get you guys anything-"

"Don't be." Dorthey placed her hand on Holly's arm. "Thank you for taking care of my husband better then any nurse has."

Holly was on the bridge of tears. "Anytime, Mrs. James." She looked back at Mr. James. "I'll leave you both too it." Before she left the room, she turned back and pointed at Arthur. "Oh! And the 'I Love Lucy' Christmas special is on tonight. I recorded it for you both in case you wanted to watch it."

Arthur gave Holly a smile and a nod. "Thank you, Holly. Merry Christmas, to you and your special friend." He wiggled his eyebrows, making Mrs. James slap his arm as he let out a faint 'Ouch.'

Holly chuckled. "Thank you, Merry Christmas to you both too."

Holly strolled down the snowy streets of Hell's Kitchen. One of her earphones where in as she watched the area around her.

Children played in the alleyways with snow, tossing icy snowballs at their friends faces as they parents called for them to come inside. Christmas lights lit up the fire escape, along with window frames that reflected onto the white snowy floors.

As she prepared to cross the street, she felt her phone buzz in her pockets- she swore she had never reached for her phone in such a quick manner. The same smile that had been lingering on her lips all day became wider as she read the message that reflected off her screen.

Unknown Number: Hey, this is Matt from last night. I'm not sure I'll be able to make it tonight. Thanks for the offer, I'll let you know if anything changes.

Holly's face changes from her usual smile, to a small frown. Why was she disappointed? I mean this is what she expected right?

Holly Nelson: No worries! Doors open if you want to stop by.

She places her phone in her pocket as the white figure on the cross walk screen glows. She makes her way across the street, tugging her jacket further over her body as she avoids the cold wind that is blurting through her scarf.

Holly sunk into the couch, her feet propped up on her coffee table as her eyes glued to the screen in front of her.

For some, they would consider a Christmas alone as something tragic-even a bit depressing. Holly on the other hand, thought of it as a win.

Spending day and night with people had it's benefits. She was never bored, and she always had a smile on her face. But with always having a smile on your face comes the worn out muscles and tired voice, along with the fact she hasn't had a moment of silence since last Friday. That being said, tonight was something she was thankful for. Alone time just for herself-despite the fact her disappointment over Matt was seeping into her brain.

Holly's hands dipped over to the plate of cookies she had pinned to her side. She popped one in her mouth, keeping her eyes on the screen as her face lit up with one of her favorite Christmas movies of all time.

Holly sat up slightly, talking to herself like she usually did.

Don't judge, I know you do it too.

"Oh this is my favorite part-" She turned the volume up, quoting the movie like she wrote it herself. "I'm sorry I ruined your lives and crammed 11 cookies into the VCR." She smiled as she sunk back into her couch.

the coldness from outside somehow made it's way into her apartment, making her teeth chatter slightly as she pulled the blanket further up her body. "God, It's fucking freezing in here." She complained to herself, standing from her spot on the couch as she walked over to the fireplace on the other side of her apartment.

As she began to walk over, she heard a loud noise echoing from behind her. The second she turned back, glass is cutting into her hand and violent cold air is pushing her body to the ground.

Instantly she cries out. Holly has a high pain tolerance when it comes to hit's or slaps, but glass and needles are a whole other story. Her arm moves to cover her neck and head as she curls up into a ball on the ground-hiding behind her couch for cover.

Holly mumbled many curse words to herself, along with a long list of prayers she hadn't said since she was 15. She waits until the harsh sound of glass breaking is completely gone before she stands up slowly, peaking her head over to her white rug that is well...no longer white.

Holly questions why there is red on her carpet. She didn't have wine that night, and she wasn't bleeding that bad. The moment she looks over though, her questions are answered as she sees a large figure sprawled out on her carpet-and that's when it registers.

And boy does it register quickly.

Elf continues playing in the background, along with the sound of groans that are escaping the mouth of the man on her floor.

"Oh my God." Holly manages to breath out. "Oh my fucking God." She shrieks, running over to the masked man as she crouches down on the side of him. "Please don't be dead. Oh, please for the love of Christ don't be dead."

As she gets a closer look, she notices that face. The pink blush lips that where formed in between a pout and a smile, the stubble that formed on his cheeks.

That's when it hit's her like a ton of bricks.

She begins to lift up the mask slowly, revealing the rest of this figures face. Sure enough, the man on her floor is the same man who she was with yesterday.

Holly's body becomes glued to the floor. She doesn't know what to do-despite her many years in the medical field. Instead she sits there, watching him and poking her finger at his body.

"Would you stop poking me?" The body groans. "I'm not bubblewrap."

Holly's face is still in utter shock. "Oh my God- It's really you." She says in disbelief. "H-how. How are you doing this? How are you the man in the mask?" Her questions are coming out rapid fire style, and her breathing is being caught panicked in her lungs.

He props himself up with his elbows, still groaning as he struggles to keep himself up. "Holly." Matt breaths. "I need to go, I can't explain this right now."

Holly shakes her head, slightly pushing on his chest to keep him down. "No no no no no, You need to stay here. I need to call 911."

Matt reaches his hand up quickly as he wraps his hand around Holly's wrist. "No." He shakes his head as her phone drops to the ground. "No hospitals, please." His dizzy spell is back, and he falls back to the ground-his head hitting the floor.

Holly breaths heavily as she pulls her hand from his grasp. She swallows, she needs to think.

She takes a deep breath before responding. "No hospitals, I fix you, you explain to me whatever the hell just happened, and you pay for my window." She says in one big panicked sentence. "Got it?"

Matt nods softly. "Holly."

For the first time in her life, Holly feels a rush of adrenaline and even some irritation. Why the fuck was she irritated? She wasn't the one bleeding out on the floor. "Yes, Matt?" She shakily questions with panic as she finds her hands pulling back on her hair.

"Please get the glass out of my stomach." He says, right before he stops talking and passes out on the floor again.

Merry Christmas, Holly

A/N- how do we feel about this? Give me a yes or no lol.

Please leave any feedback that you can! I would love to hear your opinions on this new series <3