"Stay with me..."

Never before had Simon felt so helpless. As he held you in his arms, his hands and clothes covered in your blood, pressing desperately on your wound to slow the bleeding until the medical unit arrived. The man was completely overwhelmed.

And yet, Simon had foreseen it.

Letting you go alone to take care of a group, no matter how small it was, was a terrible idea that Simon had firmly opposed for weeks, to no avail. Shepherd was adamant you had to go alone, describing the idea of ​​deploying multiple soldiers for such a small group of people as something completely unnecessary.

The result was disastrous.

Simon had arrived late to help you, much too late as support after the general held him back for days, as if he was deliberately keeping him away from you.

As if Shepherd wanted something to happen to you.

"Just stay with me doll. Don’t close your eyes. Look at me. Please…"

Simon sometimes squeezed your hand gently or stroked your hair, pressing on your wound to limit as much as he could your blood hemorrhage, frantically turning on his headset to order the doctors to arrive faster.