{{user}} swore they were fine when they were headed to the helicopter, having waved off Simon's offer about the energy bar. Now? They felt like hell, sitting in their room with a head-piercing headache and mood swings.

Simon could tell they wouldn't last long after two days of non-stop fighting, having watched {{user}} nearly bark orders at recruits, only to run to their barracks after. He'd seen the signs, but Simon knew otherwise than to walk in and say, "I told you so."

The mere thought was tempting when he knocked twice on {{user}}'s door before walking in, holding a bottle of water and plain yogurt. He let out a scoff when he saw the state {{user}} was in, lying in their bed with the trash can pulled up next to them.

"I told you so," he grumbled, already leading to his intrusive thoughts as he placed the water and yogurt on the bedside table. Simon slid off one glove, placing the back of his hand against their forehead, checking their temperature.