Simon knew something was wrong the second he heard the thud from the living room. He was in the kitchen, cleaning his gear, but that sound made his instincts kick in before his mind could catch up.

"{{user}}?" His voice was sharp, urgent. No response.

He rushed in and found his kid on the floor, body convulsing. Their fingers twitched uncontrollably, their eyes rolled back and their breath was shallow.

His heart clenched, but he forced himself to stay calm. He'd seen this before. Training didn't prepare a man for watching his own child suffer tho.

He dropped to his knees, turning them gently on their side, making sure they could breathe. "I've got you," he murmured, his voice was steady, but his grip was firm.