Matthew felt ghosts. A woman he knew from memory was standign there off to the side. She was stroking his hair. Nearly insubstantial. "It'll be alright Matthew. Just hold in there." She said in a soothing old lady voice. Soon as Viola appeared the woman was gone with a few words. "Your in safe hands now." She said with a smile. Matthew heard his name and opened his eyes. Groaning in pain and winced. "Hurts...all...hurts. Everything...hurts." He got out in a slight slurr. He closed his eyes but fought and got them open. "I'm...trying...so...tired..." he got out. His vision blurring. "Head...aches..." He said. Groaning and let out a cry of pain as his right arm moved and revealed the flopping hand. He looked at her. "I got attacked..." This was true." ...out of nowhere." This was also true. He said. His eyes beginning to close. "Mugged..." He said. This was not true. This was where he lied. His wallet having fallen out at home when he was sent flying. So this played true.<br/><br/>Crying out in pain as she pressed against the bleeding wound. He opened his eyes and looked at her but couldn't focus on her. His head throbbing. His arm excrutiatingly in pain. He sighed a bit and looked at her. Wincing as the sigh brought him much pain. "Sorry..." He said softly. "its...hard..." He started to trail off as he fought to stay awake. Slowly losing and beginning to drift off into oblivion. He fought it though. "Don't... Don't leave. Please." He begged her.