Matthew groaned and shook his head, though a small smile curved his lips as he sat back and looked up into her eyes. “No, I came to apologise and make sure you were alright. When you didn’t come back to school I thought maybe…” he cleared his throat and his gaze skittered away from hers, the back of his neck beginning to heat up. “I thought maybe it was because of what happened right before you ran. Because I kissed you. Which was wrong.” He gave her a half stern and half exasperated look because he knew it hadn’t been entirely her fault. He had been the one to seal the deal so to speak, she had just been pushing his buttons, trying to get a rise out of him. “And nothing like that is going to happen between us again. I am here because I’m your teacher and thanks to Principal Wood you’re my responsibility, at least until you get settled in. Something which so far, has not gone smoothly.” He leaned back as she moved in, his blue eyes widening briefly before narrowing with his irritation. “Don’t do that. Come on. I’m your teacher but I’m still a man. You don’t know what I’m capable of.”<br/><br/>With a sigh he set to fixing her up as best he could, being gentle yet thorough as he cleaned her wounds. What he was capable of was nothing in comparison to the bastard that had done this to her. Finishing up, Matthew tucked everything away neatly and tosses the used paper towels into the trash.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Matthew... I... Need to ask you to clean something else up for me... Just... Don't think too far into it okay? My dad's sheets on his bed have to be clean before he gets home.</span><br/><br/>He paused, his hand on the top of the first aid kit ready to push it closed when he heard what she said and everything went quiet, dangerously quiet, save for the ringing in his ears. Her father…his bed? His stomach rolled and Matthew slammed the lid on the first aid box closed. This kept getting better and better. What the fuck was he going to do? He wasn’t equipped to handle this sort of shit. Closing his eyes, he stood and ran a hand over his face, mind racing as he tried to work out the best possible solution. “Grab some clothes. An overnight bag. Something. Don’t argue, just do it.” His voice was cold and hard but none of the anger he was fighting was directed at her. Without another word he got up and did as she asked. He washed away any and all trace of blood before starting in on the bed sheets.