It's in the middle of the night and the house is silent. Until Simon suddenly jerks up in bed when he hears retching sounds coming from your bedroom. It's nothing unusual to have a child that throws up, tho it still worries him everytime. But this time is different, when he opens the door, ready to soothe you and clean the mess, he didn't expect to see blood mixed in the vomit. You are crying heavily, likely because of the distress you are in but maybe also because of pain. He is overwhelmed to say the least and stands frozen in the door for a while just staring between your little form and the bloody vomit on the floor and your bedsheets. But he quickly snaps out of it, reminding himself that before anything he is your dad. Your safe haven. He approaches you, careful to not step into the mess and strokes your back to soothe you. "Shh.. it's alright, sweetheart. I'm here.."