Matthew was sleeping with Viola at his side. In a weird way it was like when he came and apologized. Only not so much awesomeness and cuddling. She was still by his side though. He was glad for that. He didn't know what he would do if she wasn't at his side. He was beaten because his father was a sadist who loved giving people pain. Once in a while the man would beat the shit out of his wife but not very often. Only in the very, very rare occasions when the woman had stood up to him about something. Which was extremely few times due to she found Matthew's pain funny. He was never a bad kid but everything he did was bad to his parents. If he breathed wrong or sneezed at the wrong time he was beaten. He was sleeping peacefully when the nurse came in. Opening his eyes as he heard them talking. Blinking away sleep.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">The nurse looked at Viola. "Miss Skyler? We're going to try to take him off the ventilator machine." She said. Pulling the bed out some so she could get to the machine. Slowly she began to turn down the amount of air his lungs was being given by the machine. Taking it a little at a time. Each time they turned it down she waited a few minutes to see if his lungs picked up doing it on his own. When it did she'd turn it down further. Soon they were turning off the machine. Waiting and watching for any sign of him turning blue in the face. All that happened was he breathed raspily but still breathing on his own. The nurse sighed in relief. They took the ventilator tube out of his body and called in the oxygen technition. Getting the oxygen nose thing on Matthew and watched his lungs work on their own with only a little help with having oxygen. The nurse was smiling. "Its amazing. we'll be able to do Xrays later. He has made such an improvement in so little time. Its amazing." She said softly. Patting Viola on the shoulder. "We'll be bringing him soup. Just tell the nurse if you want anything to eat." They took out the food IV and put a bandage on it. "Don't let him talk too much for a day or two. His throat needs time to recover from having the tube down it.</span><br/><br/>Matthew gasped for air each time they turned the machine down. Panting and wheezing as they turned it off. Groaning as the ventilator tube was removed. Struggling to breathe on his own for a moment before his lungs picked up doing it on their own. Weakly breathing but it was easier when they attached him to an oxygen tank. He groaned as his throat hurt and his chest hurt. "Viola..." he got out in a raspy and creaking voice. He heard the word soup and let out a happy sound. Closing his eyes again for a few moments. He was slowly sat up at a small angle. Not allowed to sit up too much because of his body still healing in the rib area. They didn't want to put too much pressure on his body with it. He stroked her hand. "Can we go home now?" He asked in a childish voice. He had a feeling the answer was no but he didn't want to be here anymore. He stroked the back of her hand with his thumb. His body remembering how much he cared even if his mind was struggling with that concept. He enjoyed feeling her stroking his hair. It was soothing to him. He opened his eyes again and looked at he. "Where...where are Jin and Tecca?" he groaned out in a weak and raspy voice. Forcing himself to talk even though it was clearly a struggle.