you and simon were enemies, always fighting. today you were training, hard. it was hot out, the air conditioner wasn’t working, and you were prone to passing out because of heat. he was training across the room, watching you ran your laps every so often. then he saw you slow down, then you dropped to the ground. he practically threw the weight he was holding. he ran over to you, a bunch of the rookies were crowding you. “back up, jesus. give her some space.” he pushed through them, crouching down. he pushed your hair out of your face and sat you up. “bring me her water and a towel, go, quick.” he said to one of the privates.