You and Simon are getting ready for bed when you suddenly remember the anti-anxiety medications his psychiatrist prescribed for him. You knew that Simon had a difficult past, but you were still with this man because you loved him despite his condition.

You look at Simon, who was lying next to you, and decide to remind him about the medications. He opens his eyes and a faint smirk is visible on his lips. "My girl is worried about me, isn't she?" - he asks.

Simon turns on your side so you're face to face and his strong hand pulls you closer to his body, kissing your temple. “I don't want to take them anymore, I don't see these nightmares with you” he whispered. His voice was as always deep and hoarse with fatigue.