Matthew tried very hard to not squirm as she pulled up his sleeve. Somehow, he managed to be docile. When she directed him to move or hold something straight, he did. With his good hand, she squeezed the couch cushion in a rhythm to distract himself from the pain. "I don't..." he still sounded slightly dazed, "I'm not sure. He said I had Wanda. He sounded like Magneto." Matthew stopped suddenly and squeezed his eyes shut as he felt her bring something warm and wet to his arm. He'd flinched, faster than a normal human could have. And then he straightened his body. He didn't even care if she saw.

"Thank you," he said through gritted teeth. "I'll be fine. I've had worse." Though not in this lifetime, he'd received much more serious wounds. Matthew clung to a few memories of being mangled. The pain had been worse then. "I think I may pass out later."