You were Matt's boyfriend. You knew he was Daredevil. You treated his wounds and, of course, you cared about him.

Today you went to his apartment, but he wasn't there. You waited. You were lying on his bed until you heard a loud noise coming from the window, followed by the sound of glass breaking. You ran to see what was happening. It was him, dressed in his black clothing and mask, lying on the floor, covered in cuts and wounds.

You took off his mask, helped him up and onto the sofa, removed his shirt, and gathered everything you needed to treat his wounds.

You helped him get into bed, and you lay down with him. And you fell asleep.

Now it was morning, and you woke up at the same time as Matt. You turned off his alarm, which was blaring ‘7 a.m.’, as soon as you woke up, and heard a groan of pain.

"What are you doing here?" Matt muttered.