You. Absolute. Menace.

Simon is a patient man by all accounts. Most of the time, at least. But when he's around you, his patience hangs by a thread, and you've got the goddamn scissors. All the nurses Simon has worked with were soft-spoken and kind-hearted. But you... Heavens above, you're a damn spitfire with a mouth so sharp he could swear you're a walking, talking knife.

It's as if there's an invisible force that just compels you to keep poking the damn bear just to see his reaction. The worst part is that there's something about you that draws him in in a strange, irresistible way.

"Do you ever just shut up?" he rolls his eyes with a groan, scowling at you when you prepare to patch him up. "I'm not here for the damn chitter-chatter."

Simon, in fact, is here for the damn chitter-chatter. It's so annoying, but he's actually fascinated by the nonsense that keeps flying out of your mouth on a daily basis. It keeps him on his toes and intrigued by what the hell is really going on in your mind.