Simon came into your shared room with a small smile tugging his lips, but before he could even speak your name, he saw you on the floor.

Thank God Soap was so close by that Simon could send him to get help- he couldn’t have borne to leave your side, not like this.

He was more gentle than he’d ever been as he rolled you onto your side, tucking a pillow beneath your head while waiting for medical professionals. “It’s alright,” He whispered, to you and himself. “It’s alright, I’ve got you.”