Matthew had enjoyed the past few days. He had sulked like a child when Viola had to go run errands. They now had him sitting up and eating. They had given him plastic silverware and left him alone. He needed to cut. The pain made no sense. He didn't remember why he was in pain. He was sure it was because of his father. He bent the spoon handle then twisted it. Slowly getting the spoon to break off at the end. It was jagged edged enough. He moved his arm and was soon cutting his arm a bit too deeply due to not remembering how he was supposed to do it so it didn't bleed badly. He had just gotten his third cut when a nurse came in and screamed. This caused him to look up. He cried out in fear as the nurse ran over and grabbed at the spoon. He hit her and started screaming. "NO! NO! NO! MY SANITY! NO! NO! NO!" He was fighting so hard the tray flew off the bed and food went everywhere the nurse called for assistance and he began kicking and screaming.<br/><br/>Crying and throwing a total fit. Fighting them for the spoon which they kept almost taking from him. "NO! ITS MINE! NO! NO! I NEED IT! NO! MIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINE!" He screamed. Busting one of the nurses nose and kicking another in the chest. He was getting blood everywhere because his arm was flying around trying to keep them away. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!" He shrieked. Screaming bloody murder every time they got close. He bit a nurse who got too close to his mouth. Crying and fighting them. Holding onto the spoon with a vise like death grip even as they tried to pry it from him. "MIIIIIIIIIIINE! MINE! MINE! NO! NO! NO! MINE! MY SANITY! MY SANITY! NO DO NOT TAKE MY SANITY! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" He screamed louder and more.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Another nurse searched for the number while the others fought to restrain Matthew. They got his arms in restraints but could not get him to uncurl or give them the spoon. "Matthew give us the spoon! We need to take it from you!" They only got more defiance which made them start yelling at him. This in turn made him scream louder like they were killing him. They were only able to get one arm in the restraint due to him curling up. The nurse found the number and called Viola. When she picked up she began speaking. "Miss Viola we need you to please hurry back. Matthew was cutting himself with a plastic spoon. We can't get him to hold still or give it to us so he can be bound. He is bleeding pretty badly. Please hurry back. We can't get him to listen whatsoever." In the background she would be able to hear Matthew screaming and occasionally yelling for Viola. "Please hurry...I'm afraid he'll bleed to death if he doesn't let us tend to that injury."</span><br/><br/>Matthew screamed and kicked and hit with his only arm free. Biting and screaming at them. "VIOLA! VIOLA! NO! NO! NO! MINE! DON'T TAKE IT! NOOOOOOOO! NOOOOOOOOOOO! NOOOOOOOO!" He hollered and wailed like a frightened child. Keeping them at bay as he threw a literal fit. Screaming and fighting them. Blood getting everywhere because the free arm was the one bleeding. He screamed louder as they yelled at him to stop. They were scaring him and that made him fight harder.