you walked into the infirmary with your babbling toddler in your arms, hushing them with their pacifier as you walked past the many rooms with ‘do not disturb’ signs on them. you stopped in front of a door and knocked on it softly, walking in a moment later to see simon laying in a bed with bandages around his shoulder and head.

“mmh.. heya luv.” simon mumbled sleepily as he saw you walk in, his face lighting up at the sight of your giggly toddler. “ya brought the little shite, eh?”