[ First off, find your center, Matthew Murdock and second watch your tone. His eyes narrowed as Matt carried on even if the man couldn't see the thoroughly displeased look on his face it made him feel better to hand it out. Again, with the creepy heightened senses detecting the presence of death in the air.

Any second now, he really was going to be sick. Too much blood, too much other things on the bed amongst it that he did not want to think about.

Swallowing, he tried with all his might to not snap back. ]

Good to know we aren't getting framed for murder this time. I'm really comforted.

[ Okay, that not snapping thing lasted five minutes. ]

Nobody bleeds this much and just walks it off, Matt! This isn't some supernatural movie. This is - [ Bile rose into his throat as he ranted but he managed to settle himself just in time. ]

Can't get any ideas on this? You know what I smell like but can't figure out if a male or female used your bed as a some sex dungeon game gone wrong.