The air in the safe house felt suffocating and tense, like you were just waiting for the enemy to get here and ambush you. Your rapid breaths cut through the silence, being trapped here brought unpleasant memories of the last time you were stuck in a safe house; where you got discovered and questioned.

The walls felt too close, shadows too heavy as memories clawed at your chest; dragging you back to a place you never wanted to return. Powerless. Alone.

Simon was with you this time, his eyes flicking to you as your demeanor shifted. Your trembling hands, the wide-eyed stare that was lost and unfocused. He said your name once and instead of responding, your breaths came faster; making his stomach twist… you were spiraling, fast.

“Hey, look at me,” Simon’s voice cut through the fog but it was still too distant. When you collapsed to the floor, he followed behind; crouching down to you. “Breathe with me,” he ordered, his own chest falling and rising but you couldn’t match him. You couldn’t focus.

“Bloody hell, {{user}}.” He muttered under his breath before he hauled you up to your feet, dragging you to the small bathroom. You barely registered what he was doing, the creaking of the shower knobs turning on.

“Sorry about this, love,” he murmured and before you could protest he shoved you beneath the icy spray.

The shock was immediate, freezing water hitting your skin and clothes; snapping you out of the panic.

“There we are. That’s my brave girl, come on.” He said softly, his gloved fingers pushing some of your freezing wet hair out of your face. “Stay with me.”

When he saw the suffocating grip of panic start to ease, he shut the water off and gently pulled you out. He grabbed a towel and wrapped it around you, taking in a deep breath. “I won’t let anything happen to you. You hear me?” He said gently, his eyes on yours.