The radios were frozen, the blizzard was raging. Simon was rummaging through his supply bag, looking for anything at all to stay warm. He could hear you mumbling nonsense, and he shook his head.

“No, {{user}} just stay warm, god..” He muttered frantically, wrapping the last blanket around you. You were slowly fading, and he didn’t know what to do. The snow was surrounding them, your skin was flaking. He held you close to his chest to keep you warm. “Just hang on.. my god.!” He hollered over the noise. His unaffectionate facade evaporating at the sight of you dying.