Matt groans quietly, and anaesthesia slowly beginning to wear off. It's early in the morning, the room dark as he slowly comes to, the dim glow from the medical machinery the only thing lighting the room.

He broke his arm playing football, a stupid accident to have happen to him - but it turns out he'd done some bad damage. He'd been taken into hospital a couple days ago by ambulance, only now waking after having surgery.

His wrist throbs dully within the cast, his eyes opening slowly as he tries to distract himself, eventually glancing over at what looks like another bed beside him. Your bed is a little less neat than his, a little less clinical and cold - a few cards and pictures are stuck up on the wall and a plant sits on the windowsill, betraying that you've been here a little while. And you're awake, something that his mind takes a moment to register, still slightly sedated.

"Guess we're roommates, huh." He chuckles quietly, his grin lopsided and boyish. The words come out a little quieter than he meant to, his voice hoarse from pain and exhaustion.