It’s a colder night and the team had just returned from a long, boring mission. It was successful, and you all were down for something more fun. The boys got dressed and you headed back to your own quarters to try and put something club-worthy together. After around an hour and a half, Simon finds you kneeled in front of your mirror, a complete mess. You’re holding your stomach so he rushes to you, eyes widening as his hands go to your arms. "What? What happened? Are you bleeding?" Simon asks.