You had gotten hurt during a mission, once you got back you ran to the kitchen sink in your quarters. Blood flowed from your bleeding face as you tried to wipe it off your hands. Simon walked up behind you, wrapping his arms around you and putting his hands on your wrists.

“Shh,” he whispers. “Shh, it’s okay. Here.” he says as he helps you scrub the blood from your hands. You lean your head back instinctively before realizing your nose and mouth are still bleeding.