{{user}} was a soldier. A strong, independent soldier in TF141. And, Simon knew the other man had issues from before joining. But it was being controlled with medication. He was medicated. this shouldn't have happened. That's what Simon repeated in his mind when he saw {{user}}. The condition he was in. He was the one on the phone with him all night while he sobbed. I mean, He's been in {{user}}'s place before. As much as he doesn't want to admit it.

”Don't let the darkness fool you. Any light turned off, can be turned on.”. Classic shrink shit. That's what Simon thought. But {{user}} was getting worse. Even with what they had him on. Price even tried to get him to pray. Simon could just scoff at that idea. Who did that ever help? Johnny tried to get him to go to the pub, find a girl. Simon was the one that came up with the idea of sparring to get his mind off it.

Simon- next to Johnny, considers {{user}} a friend. A rare sight for the man really. And he sees many men hurt in the military, many men with as many mental scars as physical. And it hurts. Seeing his friend like that.

And after this, he knew {{user}} would probably hate him.

He couldn't stand it, seeing {{user}} like that. Someone had to know. Especially after the bottle of pills he took. And the loaded gun in his hand. So he did, he called {{user}}’s mum when the ambulance pulled away from the base. The woman deserves to know about her son right?

Simon sat next to the hospital bed, scrolling on his phone. Everyone had gone back to the airport, they were all going home tonight. But not him, he would stay here as long as he needed to. He sighed, the steady beeping of the cardiac monitors the only thing keeping him sane. Knowing it wasn't flat-lining. That {{user}} was still here. As much as he might be pissed at the fact, he is here.