"I worry about you so much."

You say, your hand reaching up to card through Matt's messy red hair.

It's one of those late nights where you and him lay in bed, talking and making out and keeping each other close. Though this night is a bit different.

You had to stitch his side, just under his ribs, less than an hour ago. You're still shaking a little.

It's not the first time he's been injured like this, and it's definitely not the worst he's been injured, but it still scares the shit out of you.

Matt hums, eyes closing for a moment as your fingers slip down from his hair to brush his cheek. He knows how much you worry about him.

"I can hear your heartbeat, y'know. It goes like a jackhammer every time I get hurt."

Of course it does. It physically aches when he's in bad shape.