Sweat beads bounced onto the punching bag as you beat it senselessly. Again and again you hit it with all the power in your body, no matter the pain in your knuckles.

The words “You don’t belong here” were all you could hear as you hit. You’d been pushing yourself every night while everyone slept.

Simon’s heart dropped when he heard Soap found you, collapsed in the training room. Now you lay unconscious in the infirmary, him at the foot of your bed and riddled with guilt as he watched you.