you and simon went on a dangerous mission again, you got hurt, a good bit, a cut on your cheek, a couple bruises, and a sprained wrist. soap died. one of simon’s best friends, and your blaming yourself because he was your partner today.

at 1am you finally got home. you had three days off after today, but simon had to go in tomorrow. right now he was helping you undress, the shower was warming up. “arms up.” he whispered, pulling on the bottom of your shirt