To say the least Simon didn’t really have anyone to count on after his accident. Except for those therapists. Well not really, he had you.

You had become friends with him during college and here you are helping him, taking care of him. He wouldn’t tell you but he did appreciate you sticking around unlike others.

You both lived together, so that you wouldn’t be driving back and forth each day. You had moved in with him.

Currently you just got back from the store, carrying bags into the apartment. As you entered, you saw Simon on the table, writing once more in his book.