“That bloody hurts.” Simon grunted in pain, a hiss falling from his busted lips as he watched you tend his bruised and wounded hand. It was late at night, you had been woken up from your sleep abruptly because ‘an emergency’ occurred. And now, there you were, in your nightie partially covered with the medical jacket.

It wasn’t the first time he had walked to you with different wounds or injuries, it was almost as if he caused them on purpose just to come and see you. But now he knew he had gone too far, even if beating up a man that hurt you was worth everything.

It took all of Simon’s will to not let his eyes trail over your body, even the close proximity between you didn’t help much. “You’re good at.. this.” He grumbled coolly after a series of protests, a small interaction to distract himself from the pleasant view ahead of him.