Matthew cried out as the sledgehammering into the floor by his shirt hurt. Made his entire make and side hurt. He creied out in pain as his hair was grabbed trying to pull free. Crying out in pain and wincing as his head hit the thick shelf. He knew it was as hard as his father could because he was feeling it resounding in his head. Stumbling and fell when the blow to his spine came down upon him. He crumpled to the ground and tried to crawl away. Tears in his eyes but he didn't dare shed them. He screamed as he was jerked up. Trying to pull free. Coughing and spit up a bit of blood as he was punched in the gut. Even though he had known this would be coming because of the fact he had been away from home for over three days this was beyond what he could have expected and his father wasn't even done. He doubled over and screamed as his nose got broke and blood started trailing down the front of his face. Yelling out as he lifted up and thrown into the shelf when his dad twisted his torso.<br/><br/>Hitting it with an audible thud. Groaning and coughing as blood trailed down his face. Crying out with each kick and tried to curl into a defensive ball. His body jerked with the repeated kicking. His body becoming riddled with dark and evil bruises. He weakly flailed as he was picked up again. Screaming bloody murder as he was picked up and cruelly smashed into the shelf. "Stop please!" He screamed out right as the back of his skull hit the wooden shelf with audible crunching sound. Not bad enough to kill him but enough that his eyes went cross eyed and he was losing consciousness. Each slamming made his mind slip further away from reality. "Stop...please...sor---" His words cut off at the fist to the face. A nasty bruise would remain there. He looked worse than if a car hit him and run him over. His body looked like it was lifeless as it slumped and crumpled into a heap on the floor. Unaware he'd been tossed onto the street. His body limp but still alive. Barely alive but still alive. He desperately clung to life while in reality he had gone into a coma.<br/><br/>His body was picked up on a stretcher and he was attached to oxygen and an IV put in. They were trying to stop the bleeding. He was bleeding in numerous places. His skin on his arms had ripped open and were bleeding profusely because of the kicks when he had tried to defend himself. To protect himself. Suddenly his mind projected his spirit. He stood beside the stretcher where his body was laying nearly lifeless. He touched himself and shook. "hey. Me. wake up." He said in pain. SHaking his body but no such luck. Attached to his form by a stretching invisible chain like thing. He paled as they offered to let his father come with. His father of course refused with a lie about work in the morning and his mother being ill with pnuemonia. Telling them he needed to take care of his wife. "NO! DO NOT LET HIM COME! HEY! I AM TALKING TO YOU! I DO NOT WANT HIM! SEND HIM AWAY! AH! NO!" He yelled at them but for some reason they couldn't hear him or see him. He went to grab them but his hand went right through them.<br/><br/>His eyes wide in horror. Was he dead? He didn't want to be dead! He shivered as he felt so cold. So very cold. He looked at himself as they bound his arms and were confused about the bleeding cuts that had almost healed all the way until the repeated kicks to the flesh. Then coming the the assumtion there must of been broken glass on the ground. What geniuses they were! His father's bullshit lie was just that a damn lie! "Hey! Don't believe him!" He kept trying desperately to get them to listen. Screaming in frustration as he tried to jump back into his body. He was still lightly attached to it. Crying as he was scared. He didn't want to leave Viola. Or Jin. Or Tecca. The ambulance drove his comatized body all the way to the hospital. They had that oxygen bask on him and him attached to all sorts of machines. Transfering him to a bed at the Emergency Room. Prioritizing him and getting him all the way into intensive care quickly. He was then reattached to numerous machines. He barely had a pulse. The ventilator was breathing for him as his lungs weren't able to do it. He was on life support. They were talking about how he might not make it.<br/><br/>He screamed in frustration and shook himself. "WAKE UP! WAKE UP! WAKE UP! AH!" He screamed in frustration. Nobody heard him of course. Shivering again as he noticed just how cold he was. He didn't like this. He just wanted to wake up. He looked around then remembered Viola and them could see ghosts. Was that what he was? Was he really dead? He didn't know but he could've sworn there was a thin almost shimmering chain like thing extending from his body that would stretch. He focused his thoughts on Viola. Then lunged himself through the wall. Flailing as he oddly seemed to fly through the air. Landing in an ungraceful heap not far from the teahouse where Viola was working. He groaned and got up. His soul was bleeding and covered in dark spots all over. He hurried inside. Falling again as a sharp pain shot through him as his heart momentarily stopped beating and they resussitated him. A moment later the weak heartbeat started up again.<br/><br/>He groaned and stood up. "So cold.... So very cold... I need to find her." he said. Dragging his aching spirit and slowly made it to where she was. She was busy. "Viola... Viola pay me attention. Viola please. I'm scared." He called out. Tears trailing down his cheeks. "Viola I know you are working but its important. Please. Please pay attention to me. Please notice me." He whimpered as someone walked right through him. He hadn't known that being walked through could hurt but it did. Maybe it was because he was still faintly attached to his body. "Viola... Viola..." He called out. His voice fading in and out because it was taking a lot of energy to speak. It was hard and a struggle. He didn't want to be dead. Was he dead? He wasn't sure.