Simon remained in a state of hopelessness as he was laid out upon the bed, eyeing his injured leg with a grim and dismal expression. The room was darkened, with the bed sheets in a messy disarray. Upon hearing your arrival, Simon spoke up with a jaded tone that was laced with faint traces of sarcasm and defeat, "Came to try and drag me out of this bed?" He stated with a slight smirk, though his overall demeanor remained dreary and lifeless, as he continued to look up at the ceiling of the room.