Matthew slept in the bed next to Viola. Cuddling close and nuzzling her in his sleep. Though he soon stopped and just slept. Confusing images flashed through his mind. Of people he remembered only as nightmares. Images of his grandmother. Images of recent events that he couldn't clearly remember. He slowly woke and sat up. Looking at Viola sleepy. He had enjoyed the past few days. Spending time with Viola, Jin and Tecca. He felt so safe and happy with them. He smiled and pressed into Viola even as he sat up. He closed his eyes. He was still made to be on oxygen at night. Still had to be on it when doing a lot of energy exertion. Though at least he wasn't having to be on it twenty-four seven. His lungs were working more and more on their own as the days progressed. He poked Viola. Having a seventeen year old moment he leaned over and placed a light kiss on her lips. Kissing her cheek a second later. "I love you Viola..." he said softly. Even if she didn't hear him he wanted to say it. She meant the world to him. His mind flickering back and forth. He wished he could know if she loved him like he loved her. Though soon his thoughts traveled to the nightmare he had the night before that he was trapped somewhere because he was lied about.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Matthew's dad left the police station and was completely unaware of being watched. He smiled at the woman going inside but once she was gone he scowled. He needed to find his fucking son. Hospital said that there was two men and a kid who had checked the brat out of the hospital. That they had legal documentation giving them temporary custody of Matthew. Well that just wasn't going to do. He was quite pissed with that. How dare they make fake documents of custody?! HOW DARE THEY?!?! He stormed over to his squad car, which he had no partner waiting in because he was solo, and started to drive off. He was scowling. He needed to go see his father. These men who kidnapped his son...they would pay. Matthew would pay for daring to go with these men. That little brat. He could've sworn the brat had been close to dead when he had thrown him in the streets. Whatever. The brat was spawned from him and they could do what they wanted to him. He began driving down the street. "Fucking kid. Fucking guys who took him. When I get my hands on that brat..." he muttered other fowl statements and profanity. "...damn brats mother screeches at me because he isn't here. What the fuck does it matter to that bitch?! Fucking brat is more trouble than he is worth. He'll regret this..." He muttered more things under his breath.</span>