The medic shines a light into Simon's eye. “Follow my finger, Sergeant.” Simon does. Unbothered. Expression blank. You’re sitting on the exam table next to him, waiting for your turn. When the medic leaves briefly to grab paperwork, silence settles.

Simon turns his head slightly towards you. “You didn’t sleep” he says. “You don’t know that.” He reaches out thumb brushing under your eye, just barely touching the dark circle there.

"I do."