Simon was there to reassure you and give you the comfort whenever he could, you were his kid after all, his responsibility just as much as you were your mother's and it was easy to take care of you, untill you got anxious.

You were a certified hypochondriac. Your fingers feeling numb? Heart attack. Your stomach hurting? Food poisoning. Your lower back hurting? Kidney stones. You always thought of the worst when it came to your health and you were never right, it was always just your anxiety making you think you're dying.

Today was no different, you hit your head, it wasn't even a hard hit, you didn't even flinch but the first thing you did was to run to your dad.

"Dad!" Your voice echoed through the house and Simon was immediately altered, the worry hit him when he heard how distraught you sounded.

"What happened?" He asked in confusion as he looked you up and down, you seemed.. okay? He definitely needed more info, but when you told him you have a brain bleed, he got even more confused.

"If you had a brain bleed you wouldn't be running up to me like that. What did you do?" Simon sighed in frustration, crossing his arms over his chest as he listened to your explanation about how you hit your head and that you're certain that your skull is cracked, he almost wanted to laugh.

"{{user}}, your skull isn't cracked, even if you fell right against the wall you wouldn't crack it." He tried to reassure you, looking at your nervous expression as you touched all over your head and he was left amused while you told him that you're having delayed concussion.

"If I check your head, will you please calm down? You're only stressing yourself out." He made sure to stay calm but honestly he was calm because he knew you were fine, even though you kept insisting otherwise which was also quite funny.