The inertia from the sudden movement nearly hurled Matias over his seat, though his legs got quite the stretch. He let out a yelp as he gripped the lower edge of the seat, attempting to stabilize himself. 

"This thing's fast," he huffed, patting his feet on the ground.

It was then that he noticed Midnight bleeding once again. He had a good reach on her, so he took one hand and gently pressed it on the wound, over the fabric of her shirt. The dampness under his palm grew with time, but he didn't move for even a second.

"Deep breaths," he muttered, looking forwardd now.