You hiding in abandoned warehouse. Simon sat on floor, ignoring pain in his broken leg, carefully placing your head in his lap.

He tried to stop blood pouring from bullet wound on your back, clamping it with piece of cloth. But he realized it was useless. Evacuation would arrive at dawn, which you wouldn't live to see. Life was slipping out of you.

"It's okay, {{user}}." he whispers, cradling you in his arms.

He wanted to scream. What idiot he was to think you two would still have time.