It was his fault you were in the medical bay. Your wounds, your broken spirit was his fault. Simon was sat outside of your room, your screams rang through the halls as he lowered his head into his hands. His foot banging down on the floor out of anxiety, anger and pain.

“I just wanted to protect you. I’m sorry.”

He felt a salty tear roll down his face under his mask as he shook his head, standing himself up to look into your room.