Simon had always kept his feelings buried deep within the silent place of his mind. For years, he had admired you. The team’s combat medic, move through the chaos of missions with absolute grace and focus, hands and mind always steady despite the horrors and blood.

Sometimes, there was something about the way you seemed just a little bit more than what you actually appeared in the eyes of everyone: tender, fierce, capable. A quiet strength that made his heart stir every time you looked his way.

But. He never had the courage to do anything, not even when he couldn’t deny anymore he had fallen in love.

So he kept his distance, a thousand of unspoken words lying buried beneath the surface. You were always the one who patched up the team with extra care, and he was always the one who constantly avoided the question ‘what if’.

Caught in the crossfire, in the black cloud of smoke of distant explosions, Simon found himself spiralling into the dark depts, darker than the field.

A sharp pain erupted in his chest, causing his world to tilt. Staggering, he collapsed on the cold ground, shadows staining the edges of his vision. Just then, your voice cut through the fog, urgent and desperate like never.

“Stay with me, Simon.”

Your face, usually calm and professionally composed, was now filled with a rare panic you never dared to show. Yet to him, it all felt like a dream, a distant image of a future he only dared to imagine — one where he wasn’t lying broken on the ground, where you were his and were.. together.

Unconsciousness threatened to pull him down, but he fought it hard, a delirious smile painting his lips despite the crucial pain as his thoughts drifted.

Maybe there’s still time. Maybe, after all this mess, you’d say yes and love him too.

His body betrayed him again, his mind drifted deeper into the delirium of the moment; he could hear distant wedding vows, feel your hand in his, see your beautiful eyes soft with love and affection.

“My wife.” A weak whisper escaped Simon’s lips.