It was getting dark. There was almost no wind, and the heat finally started to decline. It was a little easier to breathe if, of course, Simon ignores the burning feeling in the lungs caused by a bloody damn wound in his side.

Simon's head was buzzing, but he started to feel a little better. He reluctantly opened his eyes and saw figure of his boyfriend in front of him. They were on a mission together, but things honw sour.

{{user}} was fussing around and qas visibly tense. Simon noticed how he glanced at his watch from time to time. The evac heli was supposed to arrive in about fifteen minutes.

"You'll be fine." – {{user}} muttered as he finished tending Simon's wound. It was a temporary solution, but it still was better than nothing.

They were somewhere in the field, in the middle of nowhere; grass tickled Simon's neck. Simon was silently glad that mission was successful.

Simon watched {{user}} without saying a word. His lips were pressed tightly together, giving away the tension he felt. Simon thought for a second that he would be more glad if the latter just stopped worrying over him.

"I'm not dyin'." – he huffed, then weakly patted the grass next to him. – "C'mere."