[ He huffs out something that is probably supposed to be a laugh. Matt knows he can't really weigh his options here. The mask comes off first, and he drops it carelessly to the floor by his feet before he starts fumbling around for the buckles that keeps everything in place. It's definitely harder than usual with the pain spreading through his abdomen. ]
[ stephen looks, because of course he can look. the man is handsome, easily, all cheekbones and a ready smile. there's plenty to like there, but there are more pressing matters at hand. ]
Well. Since you showed me yours.
[ he puts his hands out, turns them in air, and the various straps and buckles that hold together matt's armor start to unravel themselves. there's odd atmospheric pressure shifts near his hands, ebbs and flows in some kind of energy he pulls from thin air.
and then it's easy work, manual work, to help push off his clothes. a first aid kit pops up too, out of nowhere. ]
[ Were he in his right headspace, Matt would let out an incredulous laugh. Instead, he settles for: ]
Of course.
[ Leave it to him to find the super powered doctor living in Lower Manhattan. He can't quite feel it the way Stephen does, the way the magic moves, but Matt's hair stands up on his arms as if there's something in the air. ]
[ but his voice is extremely dry, in a way that suggests empty threat. ]
I'm going to close this up. I don't suppose you have a ...
[ needle phobia, he's about to say, but then he gets his first good look at the man's eyes: unfocused, unseeing. stephen blanches, fixates for a second, just to see if he can tell whether it's temporary, but. huh.
he shakes himself. there it's all manual, the way he pops open the kit, starts to staunch and clean up that unusual bloodflow. he's quick about it, the way only a medical professional can be, and that's even well before he pulls the suture kit out next. ]
[ Over the years, Matt's gotten very good at pointing out the moment when someone realizes he's blind. He exhales, then inhales sharply at the sting of antiseptic. ]
It's permanent. The blindness. Don't worry.
[ It's easier to talk through this part. Keep his mind on something else other than the inevitable but familiar discomfort. He and his dad used to talk, too, when Matt would clean him up after a fight. ]
I think ordinarily that would raise more questions than it answers.
[ his voice lackadaisical as he stoops down to start on those stitches. for precision work there's a matrix of light that climbs over his hands, thin and angled threads that hover over his skin at a distance, detectable mostly as fluctuations in the air. it helps with the tremors. ]
You're not planning on running out the door as soon as I'm done here, are you. I would advise against it.
Something tells me a guy who makes the news beating the tar out of criminals isn't an especially skilled listener.
[ it's good to keep him distracted from the pain and also from passing out on the lounge outright. with the aid of the spell stephen's work is quick, efficient - it's almost no time at all before the last stitch is snipped off. he dabs up the rest of the blood with the wet cloth and lifts his eyes to matt again. ]
I'm going to move us to a place you can lie down. For most people it's disorienting, so I'm going to take your hand. Okay?
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Might need some help here.
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Well. Since you showed me yours.
[ he puts his hands out, turns them in air, and the various straps and buckles that hold together matt's armor start to unravel themselves. there's odd atmospheric pressure shifts near his hands, ebbs and flows in some kind of energy he pulls from thin air.
and then it's easy work, manual work, to help push off his clothes. a first aid kit pops up too, out of nowhere. ]
Hold still.
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Of course.
[ Leave it to him to find the super powered doctor living in Lower Manhattan. He can't quite feel it the way Stephen does, the way the magic moves, but Matt's hair stands up on his arms as if there's something in the air. ]
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[ but his voice is extremely dry, in a way that suggests empty threat. ]
I'm going to close this up. I don't suppose you have a ...
[ needle phobia, he's about to say, but then he gets his first good look at the man's eyes: unfocused, unseeing. stephen blanches, fixates for a second, just to see if he can tell whether it's temporary, but. huh.
he shakes himself. there it's all manual, the way he pops open the kit, starts to staunch and clean up that unusual bloodflow. he's quick about it, the way only a medical professional can be, and that's even well before he pulls the suture kit out next. ]
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It's permanent. The blindness. Don't worry.
[ It's easier to talk through this part. Keep his mind on something else other than the inevitable but familiar discomfort. He and his dad used to talk, too, when Matt would clean him up after a fight. ]
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[ his voice lackadaisical as he stoops down to start on those stitches. for precision work there's a matrix of light that climbs over his hands, thin and angled threads that hover over his skin at a distance, detectable mostly as fluctuations in the air. it helps with the tremors. ]
You're not planning on running out the door as soon as I'm done here, are you. I would advise against it.
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[ If he can still be a smartass, he must be more or less okay. ]
Mm. People advise me against things all the time.
[ He doesn’t look like he’ll be running, though. Even while he’s being stitched up, Matt looks ready to pass out. ]
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Something tells me a guy who makes the news beating the tar out of criminals isn't an especially skilled listener.
[ it's good to keep him distracted from the pain and also from passing out on the lounge outright. with the aid of the spell stephen's work is quick, efficient - it's almost no time at all before the last stitch is snipped off. he dabs up the rest of the blood with the wet cloth and lifts his eyes to matt again. ]
I'm going to move us to a place you can lie down. For most people it's disorienting, so I'm going to take your hand. Okay?
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Thanks.
[ He reaches vaguely for Stephen's hand, gripping it as hard as he can. Which isn't a lot right now. ]
I'm Matt.
[ That seems important to say. ]