He knew Claire wouldn't be happy. Not only was she pulling double duty, but she was having to patch up more vigilantes than normal these days. Matt hated that he was adding to her place once more. The very least he could do for Kate and Claire right now was to be a good patient. He drank the water, saying thank you, and held the ice against his head when asked. His heart quickened when Kate went out of range. He heard her voice taper off, and her footsteps as well. Logically he knew she was safe and fine in the warehouse, he wasn't hearing any screaming. Yet without his senses, he felt more comfortable when she was close enough to him. He'd taken for granted that he could hear her within a five mile radius. Now just going to the next room left him feeling alone.

He couldn't hear Melvin. He couldn't hear his city.

Sometimes Matt felt overwhelmed by his powers, but at moments like this, he missed the quiet thrum of sensory data that always was a background noise to his life.

No. He wasn't going to call out for Kate. If she stepped away, she'd done it for a reason. He sat and waited, spilling a little water as he reached for it, then drinking again. Being thirsty after a fight and injury always was what happened. He only drank half of the glass, saving the rest for Kate, since she'd been out there fighting, too. He thought about standing up and trying to get her a glass of her own, but he knew that would annoy her more than she'd be grateful right now.