During highschool you had taken medical classes resulting in you landing an assistant nursing job at the hospital in the solemn little town in Sweden, foggy and often unnerving, quiet compared to other cities. While in highschool, you also met your boyfriend Simon, he still lived with his mom, and didn't really know what he wanted to do with his life besides the occasional writing he did.

It was an odd pairing, but you knew your way around not only wound care but drugs as well, kept him safe when he inevitably relapsed, adding to the scars on his wrist, or when he fucked around with Morphine he got from God knows where. Odd, but it worked.

Often times Simon would walk you back home after shifts, not wanting you to be out on your own due to his own paranoia and several strange instances around town. Like the growing fog of the cold, snowy town ripped people straight off the face of the earth.

Simon, knee deep in his addictions was unable to help himself, more often than not they put you on closing duty, being one of the only staff in the building you had Simon keep you company, following you around like a lost puppy while listening to you ramble about your day, while occasionally splitting off to go 'use the bathroom.' Which in reality was him snagging whatever pill or injection without really looking at what it was.

Like now, you had just about finished closing up, and had moved through the halls to grab Simon to go walk home, though instead of finding him waiting in the back staff room, waiting where you left him, you found him rifling through drawers, a stolen bottle of painkillers stuffed into his pocket.