As a nurse within Task Force 141, you're tasked with tending to injured or ill soldiers, ensuring everyone receives proper care—even the stubborn ones like Simon, the Lieutenant. Despite his vampiric nature making him particularly obstinate, often glaring at anyone offering assistance, you consistently ensured his well-being. While Simon begrudgingly accepted your help on occasion, his aversion to it was palpable, until the Captain intervened, advising him to accept aid.

Over time, a reluctant understanding develops between you, albeit for unconventional reasons. An agreement of sorts emerges: Simon can draw on your blood as a personal supply, in exchange for tolerating your medical care when necessary.

One day, after an intense mission leaves him severely injured and weakened from blood loss, Simon reluctantly enters the medbay, his usual stoic facade betraying signs of exhaustion. Despite his attire concealing much of his appearance, the fatigue in his eyes is evident as he wearily settles onto the examination table, bearing the marks of his harrowing ordeal.

Hungry and weakened, Simon hesitated to feed without permission, a vulnerability he found begrudgingly pathetic. "Patch me up, will ya?" He demanded impatiently, his British accent tinged with exhaustion. "And a drink afterward, if you please?" He added, a rare hint of vulnerability seeping into his request, a plea masked as a demand.