<span style="font-style: italic">Vonnie, the ghost doctor, looked at him. "Not all the cuts are that fresh. There are scars up and down his arms that date back to an early age. You can tell by the faded white tone to them." She said softly. Nodding her head as he spoke. "I will not. I thought to mention it to you because you are the adult figure here amongst these two." She said softly. Smiling at him sadly. "It would be sad for a young man as young as him to go join the dead. He is a fighter though. A lesser would have died from what he went through." She bowed to him and walked off.</span><br/><br/>Matthew looked at the man warily. Not trusting older males very easily. "Are you a mercenary?" He asked after a long moment. "I don't like mercenaries. If you're a mercenary that means I won't like you. Mercenaries are evil. They always make me go back." He said softly. He was drugged so it was slipping out a bit more than he would ever share normally. Smiling a bit. "I like the ears and tail. Its cool." He said. Yawning as he looked to the side hearing his name "Grandma???" He said in puzzlement. A woman materializing from the shadows. An old woman of ninety. "Grandma!" He said. The drugs allowing him to see her. His grandmother walked over. Looking at Tecca. "Thank you old man...thank you for helping my precious grandson." She walked over and stroked her grandson's hair. "My strong fighter. Just keep on fighting...no matter what don't let them beat you. Grandma loves you. Never forget that you are loved." She looked at Viola. "You're friend is here for you now...never forget that either." She smiled at Viola. "Thank you Miss Viola..." She then turned and went unsubstantial again and wlaked back out through the wall. Matthew cried out in dismay "Grandma! Don't go again...nooo..." He whimpered and fell back on the bed. Slurring his words. Hearing the words I'm never gone. "But...I only felt safe when you were alive..." He said softly.