Mattheo was laying in the hospital wing after a surgery. He was put under anaesthesia by Madam Pomfrey, and was still under the effect of the drug.

You were beside him, watching over him as he recovered. You were rubbing his chest with your thumb.

„{{user}} will get upset if she sees you touching me like that on my chest…“

You chuckle, and said.

„I am {{user}}.“

Mattheo‘s eyes shot open and he groggily looked at you. The heart rate monitor beeped, before he said. „What’s up…“