Matthew looked at the nurse curiously when she called him Matthew. Was that who he was? He didn't know. He made a face as he was too physically relaxed to pull at the annoyance down his throat. He wanted it gone! Gone! He didn't like it being in there. He slowly relaxed all the way and looked at Viola. He knew her. He knew he met her and now they were best friends. He just didn't know anything else. He wanted to go home. Where was home? Was it with her? <Viola...yes. Sounds familiar. You are my best friend> He said. Smiling a bit then wheezed for a second before breathing normally. He looked at the nurse like she was evil. Flailing his arms and pushed her away when she went to take his vitals. Hitting her away like a disobedient child his mother's hands when she was trying to discipline him for breaking into the cookie jar. Making a nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn sound each time he did. It was gargled a bit because of the tube. His brain was reverted back to a mixture of childish years with the inability to realize his grandmother was dead. He didn't remember this fact. He looked at Viola. <Is grandma coming from work? Will she be here soon?> He asked her around the tubing in his throat. He held her hand and twisted. Turning on his side some and covered her hand with both of his. He closed his eyes and started to relax holding her hand. Pulling it up onto his stomach and didn't let go.