He found you in a dumpster, what a great way to find his bestfriend's rival. You were a vigilante, just like Matt, but the two of you always seemed to be going against eachother. Yet now there you were, injured and beaten up in Foggy's couch, being stitched up by your rival's best friend.

"Shit, shit, shit..." Foggy cursed quietly, his hands shaky and heart torn apart, unsure if helping you is the best option. He doesn't want to help you, but letting you bleed out isn't an option either.