It had been months. 3 full months.

Months since you had gotten injured on a mission. You’d had that happen before; maybe a scratch, a bullet wound, but nothing as serious as this.

A fucking missing leg.

Simon blamed it on himself. For not being around when it happened, for not being able to warn you, for not..

He couldn’t bring himself to see you like this. To see you ill, in a hospital bed, without a leg.

So he cut you off. Blocked you everywhere, left you to recover by yourself. Left you. He knew it was an asshole move. He knew that leaving someone disoriented, disabled, and suddenly alone was the worst thing he could possibly do in this situation. But could you blame him?

And, weeks later, he found himself at your doorstep. So fucking stupid. He wanted to see you. Why? no bloody idea. But he needed to see if you were okay. You had gotten discharged from the hospital 2 weeks ago, so you must’ve been somewhat okay, right?

Well, he had to check. See it for himself. See you.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

He stood there, for a few minutes, waiting for a response. He was about to walk away- he’d never been one for patience, but..

He heard the door open.

“{{user}}?”