A/N- Settle yourself into a comfy spot and grab a snack, because this chapter is a long one! 

Sorry for the delay in my posting for not only this story but my one-shots. I have been so busy recently that finding time to write has been very hard, but I am trying my hardest to get my writing done, so please be patient <3

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"All I know is that every person that tries to be a hero ends up the same way. Bloody and alone."

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It was 10 PM when Holly finally grabbed the file to Mr. James' room, escaping the depths of the ER that was filled with blood and broken limbs to go see her favorite patient (and her only friend) on the floor. The evidence of her night's work was long since washed off her scrubs.

Holly finally gained clearance from Matt to be able to leave his apartment, which was something that was rather exciting to her considering for the past four days she had been watching daytime TV, snacking on chips and salsa, and organizing Matt's kitchen out of pure boredom.

Although Matt had made an effort to keep Holly company; by playing UNO, watching Movies, and talking about the firm's most recent case involving Fisk to occupy her time, she still had become bored with the routine lifestyle she had fallen into, making her return to work much more exciting then others would have thought; despite how busy the hospital had been.

"Is that-?" Mr. James shot up from his spot in the bed as he squinted his eyes. He was close to ripping out his IV with how quickly he moved. "Jesus, it has been four days, I thought you were dead, Holly Nelson. Where have you been?"

"I just had a slight cold, don't worry." Holly smiled before walking over to the cart, grabbing Arthurs's file and reading over it. "You know how I am with the cold weather, my body can't handle it."

Arthur shook his head, pointing at Holly. "You left me with a hard nurse while you were gone." He peaked his head around Holly, looking out towards the nurse's station. His voice lowered as he spoke. "She gave me more restrictions on my diet. I can't have my afternoon snack anymore, now I have to eat carrots and hummus like an animal."

Holly chuckled as her head peaked back down at the paper. "Which nurse was it?"

The room became silent while she did her work. Holly looked at him when he didn't respond, seeing the static expression written across his face. She knew what this meant, and she hated that she saw it happen. She could see him trying to think, and it hurt her to see him get irritated with himself when he couldn't remember who his nurse was.

"It was probably Claire," Holly spoke, interrupting his thoughts. "Yeah, it was Claire because she told me that she was taking care of you while I was gone."

Mr. James gained his facial expressions again, his face growing softer. "Yes. Yes, It must have been Claire then."

Sometimes Holly tended to forget why Mr. James was in the hospital. Sure, his ongoing heart problems were relevant, but Holly tends to forget that he was there because he struggled with his dementia. Seeing him forget things, especially about people he knew well, was just another reminder that his dementia wasn't getting any better.

After what felt like an unending silent spell, Mr. James' voice fell upon Holly's ears. "You should have been here a couple of nights ago. A whole group of men came in after that Devil Of Hell's Kitchen guy beat the shit out of them." He shook his head. "It's ridiculous what that guy does. Then he expects us to consider him a hero like he's some Tony Stank."

Holly took the bell of the stethoscope from her ears. She had a small smile line her lips. "It's Stark. Tony Stark."

Mr. James waved his hand, dismissing her comment. "I'm too old to be corrected, Holly. You know what I'm trying to say." He watched as Holly walked over to the cart, pulling his file out and writing down his BPM. "What do you think about this Devil Of Hell's Kitchen? You think he's a hero?"

Holly listened intently, purposefully closing her mouth to avoid a rather quick comment escaping her mouth, knowing well when to just go along with a conversation, especially to Arthurs's dismay.

"I don't know." Holly shrugged, reaching over as she grabbed the laryngoscope. "I think that he's as good as any of us are. He tries to stop the bad guys, but the bad guys keep coming back." She moved over to his bed, motioning for him to open his mouth as she looked down his throat with the light. "I feel like he could have gone a better direction by talking with the police about things, but-" She loosely shrugged. "We don't know the full story."

Arthur noticed her voice crack, the change of tone in her evident nervousness. He knew Holly to be a rather terrible liar-which she was. But this wasn't just a lie, it was guilt. Still, in an attempt to keep their conversation from turning south, he just ran with her words.

"Your right, we don't." He nodded, watching as Holly stood up and went back over to the cart. "All I know is that every person that tries to be a hero ends up the same way. Bloody and alone."

Holly listened to his words, knowing that he was right. Matt was on the road to becoming someone like that. Constantly bloody and bruised the outside world followed him around, leaving damage to not only his body but his mind. He was one step away from being alone. One step away from having a savior complex.

A few hours later, Holly found herself to be the epitome of a burnt-out nurse. Tired, melancholic, with blood and vomit-stained baby blue scrubs, she finally took a seat after God knows how long.

She had found her job to be less enjoyable with the sudden rampage of patients' opinions. One after another they would go on long rants about The Devil of Hell's Kitchen. Just like the media, Patients at Metro-General had a love-hate relationship with vigilantes, extolling them for their efforts to combat the never-ending crime rate in Hell's Kitchen, and then scolding them the next for getting one person hurt despite their victory.

Especially after the recent events of her kidnapping when word got out about a warehouse being filled with injured men, people more than ever before had opinions, and boy were they going to share them. So, keeping a calm composer with a smile on her face, Holly took the negative complaints one by one for eight hours straight. To say that she was exhausted would be an understatement.

Claire came strolling over, her body clinging to a chair as she plopped down right next to Holly in the nurse's station. Her look was almost the same as Holly's; Bloodstained scrubs, messy hair, and worn-out eyes.

Groaning, Claire threw her head back as she sunk deep into the chair. Holly lightly smiled, taking her eyes off the patient report on her computer as she turned in her chair to face Claire.

"Glad to know we're on the same page." Holly joked, facing forward again as Claire chuckled.

Claire sat up, facing Holly as her brows furrowed. "Wait- let me get this right." She pointed as Holly continued typing. "For once, Holly Nelson doesn't enjoy her job?" She questioned. "You sure your not still sick?"

Holly shook her head with a knowing smile, "No I'm not still sick. Just tired." She faced Claire. "I'm pretty sure the hospital is trying to get back at me for being gone for four days. They put me on a fifteen-hour shift today." She faced forward again, continuing her report.

"Is that even legal?" Claire questioned.

"Highly doubt it." Holly countered. "But, It's not like I'm doing anything anyway. I could always use the extra work."

Claire furrowed her brows as she crossed her arms over her chest, "Still, I don't think a day getting barfed on and yelled at is your ideal version of 'extra work.'" She loosely shrugged. "But, whatever floats your boat I guess."

Holly let out a small burst of laughter as the sound of the call button rang through Both Claire's and Holly's ears. Claire sat up, reaching forward to see who was calling for a nurse. Her head peaked up and over at the screen, showing where the call signal was being sent from.

"Mr. James is calling for someone. I'll take care of it." Claire sat back in her seat as she attempted to push herself up. As her arms made their way to the side of the chair, Holly spoke up, stopping Claire's motions.

"I can get it," Holly said, standing up as she kept her eyes on Claire. "He doesn't really like you after the whole diet restriction situation." She joked.

Claire rolled her eyes, "He needed those restrictions, or else he was gonna go into cardiac arrest." She waved Holly off, "But go ahead, you take care of him. He seems to like you a lot more than he likes the rest of us."

Holly smiled as she grabbed her stethoscope from the desk in front of her, placing it in her scrub pocket.

She walked down the cold hallway as fluorescent lights shone down on her face, making her tired eyes squint. Just as she made her way to Mr. James' room, she could hear him mumbling complaints to himself.

Holly turned the corner, revealing Mr. James holding a remote up to the TV as he hit his hand against the back of it.

"Everything okay, Arthur?" Holly questioned, stepping closer to him.

He turned his head in her direction, "Just the person I needed. Your young, you should know how to fix this, right?" He handed her the remote, making her smile as he gave her the same smile back.

"What's the issue with it?" Holly questioned, turning the remote in every direction, trying to find signs of it being broken. Her eyes faced Mr. James again as he spoke.

"Well, I was watching 'I Love Lucy' when all of the sudden it stopped playing and switched to a news report!" He shook his head. "Don't get me wrong, I care about what's going on in Hell's Kitchen, but I also care about what happens when Ricky comes home and sees the flowers all over the house."

"Oh well, I'm sure we can get this-" Holly faced up at the TV, and in that second, she wished she never had. Her heart dropped to the bottom of her stomach as her hands began to shake. It was almost as if her eyes were glued to the screen, unable to detach from the report.

Fire and smoke rang in the background of the reporter as the banner below reading, 'Cause of explosions unknown. Residents told to stay inside.'

Holly couldn't speak, despite Arthurs's questions asking if she was okay. Quickly, she handed the remote back to Mr. James, not saying a single word.

"I'll-" She swallowed. "I'll have someone come to fix this okay?"

Holly's mind was disjointed with a loud complex of thoughts running through her mind. With every spew of words she tried to throw out, it would turn into a group of frenzied noises that were being blocked by her throat.

Arthur furrowed his brows, concerned for the woman in front of him. Her chest was rising and falling faster than he had ever seen it before. "Holly, is everything okay?"

"Yeah." She nodded. "I'm just not good with this kind of stuff. I'll have someone else come in and fix this for you." She gave a smile before turning on her heel and leaving the room.

Holly's pace started as a speed walk, then escalated into a quick jog as she made her way back to the nurse's station, yelling Claire's name the entire way back.

"Claire!" She called out, seeing Claire walk out from behind the nurse's station with a confused look on her face. Her brows furrowed as she watched Holly edge closer with a look of fear written across her expression.

"Hey," She held Holly still, placing her hands on her arms. "What's going on? Why are you panicking?"

Holly turned her head forward, facing Claire again. "There was a- a bombing. Multiple bombings, all over town." Claire took her hand from Holly's arm, covering her mouth as she watched Holly turn her head back to watch the news report. "We need to get every nurse in the ER, we're about to get slammed with patients."

Claire nodded her head quickly. That same sense of panic was going straight into Claire's mind, causing her to fumble over her words. "Okay," She nodded. "Okay, we need to get all nurses downstairs." She pointed to Holly before reaching down and grabbing her pager.

Within a few seconds, noises of pagers went off all around them as Holly turned her head in the direction of each one of them before getting her hand pulled by Claire.

The next couple minutes felt like a blur to Holly as she was dragged in every which direction, being met with patients being dragged through the hospital on gurneys with blood-stained clothing and terrified faces. One face that stood out especially to Holly though, was standing just across from her.

"Foggy?" Holly questioned, escaping the grip of Claire as she rushed towards him and Karen. Next to them was an older woman who had blood dripping from the top of her head as she held a cloth against it. "What are you doing here? You don't live near any of the explosion sites."

"I don't, but she does." He nodded down to the older woman to who his arm was wrapped around. "This is Ms. Cardenas, the woman I was telling you about last week. We were over at her place when it got blown to shreds."

Holly looked down at the fearful woman. Her tired eyes were being framed by a pair of cracked glasses that she kept pushing up the bridge of her nose the longer she looked up at Holly. Her clothing was stained with ash and dust particles.

"Sra. Cárdenas, mi nombre es Holly Nelson, la ayudaré, ¿de acuerdo?" Holly gave her name and reassured Ms. Cardenas that she was going to get her help, all while wearing a caring smile on her lips despite how wrecked she was with nerves.

Karen had a confused look on her face as she looked over at Foggy.

"Spanish in high school and college." Foggy shrugged, "She was one of the few people who paid attention."

Holly bent over slightly, just enough so she was eye to eye with the small woman. She took the cloth from the spot on her head, moving her gloved hands around the wound to get a better look at it. "No use ve tan mal. Lo limpiaremos y haremos que el médico lo revise." She told Ms. Cardenas it didn't look too bad and that she would have a doctor check it out for her just to make sure everything was okay.

"Gracias, Sra. Nelson." Ms. Cardenas praised Holly, giving her a thankful smile.

"No me des las gracias, gracias Foggy." Holly smiled back. She turned back, signaling Claire over as she gave her all the information she needed on Ms. Cardenas's current state before sending her off with Claire.

Holly faced Foggy again, her hand rushing to her forehead as she comprehended everything that was going on.

"God," She looked around at the swarm of patients as they rushed around the ER like bees. "This is terrible, there are about a hundred people in here and we haven't even gotten everyone yet. What the hell happened?"

Foggy shrugged, "No clue. Last I remember me and Karen were eating and then the building blew up."

Holly shook her head, swallowing hard. "Well, I'm just glad you both are okay and that you were with Ms. Cardenas." She paused, her heart rate rising when the words escaped her mouth. "Have you uh, have you heard from Matt?"

Foggy and Karen both looked at each other, shaking their heads.

"No," Foggy responded. "We should call him and make sure he's okay. I haven't heard from him since we left the office this afternoon."

When Foggy went to reach in his pocket, a large splatter of red stood out on his white shirt. Karen covered her mouth, pointing down at the spot.

"Foggy..." Karen looked over at Holly, pointing to the spot. Holly immediately felt her eyes grow larger as she moved toward him. "Your bleeding."

"What?" Foggy questioned, lifting his jacket slightly as the spot grew larger in the hospital lighting. Dark red blood dripped down his shirt and onto the jacket that was covering his body. "Oh, well that explains it."

"Explains what?" Holly questioned, moving over to the nurse's station as she changed her gloves out.

"The stabbing pain in my side." Foggy groaned, covering the spot with his hand just before Holly came back over, slapping his hand out of the way. She examined it through the fabric of his shirt before standing up fully and calling for another nurse to come to take him to a room.

"Get him in a bed and start an IV for PCA." Holly took her gloves off, watching as a nurse came next to Foggy and motioned him to follow her.

Just as she was taking him away, Holly's phone began ringing, making it the only sound she could hear fully. Looking down and taking the phone from her pocket, she saw Matt's name in bold letters, making her stomach a little less tense.

She faced up at Foggy, stumbling over her words. "I'll come to see you in a minute, okay? I have to call the EMTs and have them send new patients to ST. Mary's."

Foggy nodded as he and Karen were led behind a curtain and into a bed. Holly turned on her heel, rushing towards the stairwell as she pressed the accept button and lifted the phone to her ear.

"Please tell me you don't need me to stitch you up because now's not a great time." She said in a panicked tone, pushing through the door to the stairwell.

"I don't need to be stitched up." His voice rang through her phone. "Are you okay? The hospital wasn't hit right?"

"No, I'm okay, we're just slammed with patients. Although Foggy came in with a wound so I have to get him snitched up. You also may want to call him or Karen just saying that you're okay so they don't assume the worst." Holly's hand ran to her hair, her rambling finally coming to an end. "Was checking on me all that you called me about?"

"Yes and no." Matt's voice released into a small sigh. "Although I'm glad your okay, relieved actually, I uh...I have someone who has intel on what we've been looking for and he's been shot."

Holly's face scrunched up as she ran her hand over her face. "I can't come to you in all of this, Matt. They need me on the floor."

He just knew Holly was going to love what he had to say next. "I don't want you to come to me, I want you to walk me through stabilizing him."

Holly just about shit a brick with his words. She covered her phone with her hand, turning around as she hit her head into the wall about three times before lifting the phone back to her ear. "Matt, it's not as easy as it looks in movies. I can't just walk you through it, this isn't Grey's Anatomy."

"I don't go to the movies." His words were almost enough to make Holly smile. "Nor watch Grey's Anatomy. Or anything for that matter."

Holly couldn't help but let out a small smile at his attempt at a joke. Running her hand over her face, she spoke. "Okay fine, I'll help you. Just please follow every one of my instructions very carefully or else there's a chance you could kill him."

Matt looked down at the man below him, loosely shrugging before he spoke. "I'm not sure you would be so upset about that." Holly's silence confirmed that she was confused. "The guy I'm trying to save is the one who had you kidnapped."

Holly threw her head back. If she was being honest, Matt was right. She could care less if this guy died especially after what he did to her. Still, she believed in second chances for everyone, despite how much of a dickhead they may be. So, pulling her ego and pride together, she made a decision.

"Holly please." Matt's voice rang in her ears. "I hate him as much as you do, possibly more, but he has information. More information than you have on Fisk."

Holly leaned forward, peaking her head through the small window on the door leading out of the stairwell. Empty.

Taking a deep breath, she spoke. "Does it have an exit wound?"

He softly smiled to himself, thankful for Holly's caring nature. "Thank you," Matt said softly, before answering her question. "Uh no. The bullet's still inside of him, trapped under a tissue."

Holly nodded to herself. "I don't assume there's a first aid kit near you?"

Matt listened around him. Sounds of metal clicking together, concrete vibrations, and Vladimir's faint heartbeat filled the room. "No, but-" He continued listening. "There's half a box of nails, broken glass, duck tape, roadside emergency kit-"

Holly's eyebrows raised, "The kit." She interrupted him. "Grab the kit, are there any flairs in it?"

When Matt spoke, Holly felt her stomach ease up. "Yeah, there are two."

"Okay, grab those. We're going to cartelize the wound." She listened as he stood up and grabbed the kit, pulling the flairs out before discarding the bag.

"Don't we want to take the bullet out first?" Matt questioned.

"You could, but there would be a large chance he would die. You see, in medical shows, they always talk about getting the bullet out first but in reality, it's the exact opposite-"

Although Matt could listen to Holly's voice for hours, he knew that he had a very limited amount of time to get Vladimir fixed before he died. His heart rate was already slowing down, along with the blood flow that was rushing through his body.

"-So in shows like Grey's Anatomy, they always show that they take the bullet out because they think-"

"Holly." Matt cut her off, hearing her breathing hitch. "I love listening to you explain this all to me, but right now I need to cartelize the wound and get out of here before the police find me."

"Right." Holly collected her thoughts, "Sorry- where was I?" She caught herself. "Oh! Don't take the bullet out or It'll kill him, that's where I was. This way he has at least some sort of chance at making it out alive long enough for you to get what you need from him."

Matt pressed the phone down on the floor, putting it on speaker. "Okay, I'm gonna light it and place it next to his skin. That's what I'm supposed to do, right?"

"Right." Holly nodded. "And no matter how much he screams don't let up."

"Is that professional advice or personal?" He questioned as he lit the flare.

"Little of both." Holly countered.

Within seconds, she heard the sound of the flair go over the phone as it made its way towards Vladimir's body. Sounds of burning skin and screaming filled Holly's ears as she pushed the phone from her face, trying to keep the sounds of absolutely painful screams out of her mind.

When the screaming finally stopped, Holly brought the phone to her ear again. "Did the bleeding stop?"

Matt fumbled with the phone as he took it off the speaker, whispering into it. "Holly, I gotta go-"

Before she could respond, she heard the sound of the call ending. "Matt?" She spoke into a silent phone once again. "Matt comes on, this isn't funny. What's going on?"

She waited a few seconds before taking the phone from her ear, seeing he had hung up.

Holly sat in the corner of Foggy's room, her head being held up by her hand that was resting on the armrest of the chair. Exhaustion pooled over her body as she slowly drifted off, closing her eyes as the sounds of the heart monitor filled her ears.

Her shift had ended about an hour ago. After helping multiple patients dealing with broken bones, lacerations, and head injuries, she felt it was best she left the feeling of her dirty scrubs behind for the night in an attempt to calm her mind that was racing with one thought-better-one person.

Matt.

Ever since he ended their call two hours ago, she couldn't help but let her mind wander. What if he was hurt? Or worse, what if he wasn't, and he was being held by police in a cell? For all she knew, she was on the list of related accomplices for the crimes related to The Devil Of Hell's Kitchen.

All of the sudden, Foggy's voice became apparent, lifting Holly's eyelids as she faced forward again.

"Matt." Foggy groaned, looking around. "Where's Matt?"

Holly stood quickly, rushing to his side. "I uh- I don't know, Foggy." Holly tried not to sound nervous, but hell she was terrified. "He's not here."

"Jesus.." He mumbled. Foggy tried to sit up, being stopped by Holly's hands gently pushing him back down.

"Foggy, no-"

"I'm the closest thing he has to family," Foggy said, staring up at Holly. "What if he's dead? What if the explosion hit his place and he doesn't know where to go?" He questioned. "Holly you don't get it, you're not close to Matt, I bet he's scared shitless right now."

Although Holly knew that Matt wasn't at his apartment and that he hadn't been hit by the explosion, a part of her still wondered if he was okay, let alone if he was alive. The worst part was, that she couldn't even tell Foggy how she was feeling. How she was so terrified that she could throw up on the spot.

"I'm sure he's okay." Holly offered a small but comforting smile. "How about this, I'll check by his place on my way back home and just see if he's okay. That way It will give you some peace of mind so you can sleep."

Even though Holly didn't say it, she was going to stop by Matt's place either way for the sake of her heart rate going down. Right now she swore she was on the clear path to a heart attack with how fast her breathing patterns were becoming.

Foggy let out a breath of relief, "You don't have to, really if you don't want to-"

"Foggy." Holly eyed him. "I know you're panicking about him. He's your best friend, you care about him. I'll stop by, it's no big deal."

Foggy smiled. "Thank you, Holly."

"No problem," Holly spoke. "I'll call you once I leave his place and I'll let you know how it went. For now, though, get some sleep and let your body heal."

Foggy rolled his eyes, falling back into the bed. "You know, for me being 6 years older than you, your hella bossy with me." Holly scoffed at his comment, going over to her seat as she grabbed her bag. "I'm being serious, sometimes I wonder which one of us is older."

Holly loosely shrugged, "Well, what else are sisters for besides bossing their brothers around?" She made her way to the door, waving to Foggy. "I'll have Claire come to check on you in an hour. If you need anything just press the-"

"Holly." Foggy eyed her. "You're not my nurse."

"I know, I know, just let me help you." She complained. "Press the call button if you need anything. I'll see you later."

She waved as she left the hospital room, her smile quickly fading as she rushed out of the hospital faster than she ever had before.

Holly wasn't one to push her relationship boundaries with people. No matter how close she was to someone she kept their boundaries, keeping that small bubble between them that allowed for some space. She felt it was needed in a relationship or a friendship; a form of space that they knew they always had with each other.

But at this moment as Holly hurried up the staircase to Matt's apartment, that small bubble between them had suddenly burst. She reached her hand up to the lamp that was next to his door, her hand burning against the scolding hot metal key as she fumbled it into the lock of his door.

Twisting the handle, Holly pushed through the door and into his apartment, his name moving off her lips.

"Matt!" Holly called out, the door slamming shut behind her as she swiftly carried her feet across the floors of his apartment.

The light from the billboard outside shone into the empty apartment while her eyes moved across the room, in desperate attempts to find any sign that he was here, let alone still living.

Panic coursed through her veins as her hands moved to her hair, pulling back at strands of sun-bleached brown locks while her mind raced faster than it ever had before.

"No...God no." She shook her head. "No, no, no, no, you have to be here."

She moved across his apartment, searching in every corner of the loft in desperate attempts to find him.

Just as she was about to call his name out a figure moved from behind the sliding door leading to his bedroom. Her eyes carried across the room, seeing him holding his side as he limped out from his bed. His eyes were full of exhaustion and his body revealed signs of distress. Blood-stained skin covered his chest and stomach, while cuts lined his cheeks and arms.

Holly couldn't believe that he was moving, let alone still alive with the way he looked. She shook her head, her hand moving to her mouth.

Matt's head lowered as he closed his eyes. Slowly, she could see the strong composer of the man in front of her fall apart. He was no longer The Devil Of Hell's Kitchen, the ruthless vigilante who did whatever the hell he wanted while he tore the city down with him. He was Matthew Murdock. And at this moment, Matt Murdock was tired, and Matt Murdock felt alone.

"I've had a really shitty night. " Matt's words were barely audible as they were being blocked behind heavy breaths. "The kind of night where you think you've seen the bottom of humanity and the pit just keeps getting-" He paused. "Just keeps getting deeper and deeper...you know-"

He looked up at the ceiling, tears streaking over the sides of his face as he tilted his head back. He searched through the lit fire of his eyes, almost like he was searching for hope. Searching for some sort of expanse that everything would be okay.

Holly moved closer as her hand moved from her mouth and down to her chest which was hiding her fast-beating heart. "Keep going." She nodded, "Let it all out. You can talk to me, Matt."

That small bit of confirmation was all Matt needed to feel safe again. "I can't-" He closed his eyes. "I can't keep doing this alone anymore, I can't." His head shook as he swallowed hard.

Holly moved over to Matt just as he broke down completely. Tears pooled the lining of his eyes as she stared up at him wrapping her arms around his neck as he pressed his head into the crook between her shoulder and chest. Her hand moved to his hair, pressing his head against her as he let out a defeated cry. He was weak, and he was tired.

"It's okay," She gave him the same relief that he always gave her. "I have you, everything's okay."

He continued to cry against her, letting that strong composer he swore he would keep around her go.

"Matt you were never alone." She reassured him, "I promise you that."

His arms wrapped around her waist, their bodies close to each other as he continued to let everything go. That same hope he was looking for not even a minute ago was standing right in front of him the entire time. Holly was his hope, his confirmation that he was going to be okay.

The thing about a savior complex is that sooner or later it dies out. Like a burning flame in a storm at some point it becomes weak before giving out completely. That's when the savior becomes bloody and alone, restless in a world full of terrible things.

Despite the fact she could see that Matt's savior complex was drowning under his mental storm, she knew one thing for sure:

He may have been bloody, but with her, he wasn't alone. 

A/N- Jesus it took me a long time to finish this, but guess what, I did it! lol

How did we like this? I didn't want it to be all over the place but I also wanted to make it my priority to give Matt some time to fully let go and reveal how he was really feeling with Holly. I love how we're starting to see a full on relationship build between them *wink wink*

I will have the next chapter out as soon as possible, but considering how busy I have been I think it may be around the same timeframe that it took me to get this chapter out. 

Have a great day/night and stay safe my hottie's <3 

Daisy :)