Matt had brought himself to your house with the little energy he had left. He had taken more punches than usual tonight, but no cuts since he finally listened to your advice and got an actual suit and wasn't just wearing a Halloween costume. He was sitting on your couch and had his headguard off, his hair messy and sticking in all directions. He had a busted lip since his helmet wasn't covering his mouth and was breathing heavily since he crawled up to your apartment via the fire escape.

You were sitting on your coffee table and had your first-aid kit beside you. You started cleaning his bloody lip careful not to put too much pressure on it since the sting of the alcohol pad was already enough.

"You're lucky you don't need stitches..." You said with a sigh while shaking your head. He was staring blankly to your side and chuckling softly.

"You're lucky I'm alive-" He winced from your hand slipping and putting too much pressure on the cut due to him talking.