Couch (Claire/Matt)
Clairedevil + couch
Matt’s overly familiar with the discomfort of the couch in the nurse’s lounge, with its lumpy cushions and mystery stains.
It’s where he waits and waits, while she makes the rounds, checking in on recently admitted patients, stepping up to the plate when things aren’t getting done.
Nine times out of ten he falls asleep waiting, his ears somehow able pluck out the sound of her voice three rooms down the hall.
Tonight she’s talking to a little girl, her words soft and gentle bouncing off the polished linoleum as they soothe the panicked child.
It’s hard to explain to other people without his ability how someone’s voice can feel like a touch against his skin, how waking up to the sound of his name on her lips is like feeling sunshine on his face.
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