Chaos and panicked voices were all Simon could recall as the helicopter plummeted. His frantic gaze darted to you on the other side, where the medics sat. Your hands gripped the belts tightly, bracing yourself for impact, while the nurses around you cried and clung to one another in fear.

That nightmare haunted Simon every single day for the past few months. It was the last time he saw you, his lover. The crash had torn you away from him; your body never recovered from the wreckage. Every night since, he woke up drenched in sweat, his heart aching as the memory replayed in his mind.

No one could reach him, not even Price. Simon had become a shell of himself. Losing you had shattered him. You were his anchor, his support, his love. Life’s cruelty was unbearable, especially when he walked past the medbay, haunted by memories of your laughter, your jokes, and your unwavering patience with him. You were the only medic who truly understood him.

Today was no different. Silent and distant, Simon sat with his team getting to their mission. He tried to focus, get in, retrieve the intel, and get out, but the constant thrum of the helicopter blades pulled him back into his memories.

Everything blurred. One moment he was on the heli, the next inside a dimly lit hospital in a remote village, Price’s voice muffled as he explained the site was now their safe house. Simon wasn’t listening until he heard it.

“Linda, can you check on the patient in that room? Thank you,” a familiar voice called.

His head snapped toward the sound. It couldn’t be. But it was. There you stood at the nurses’ station, clipboard in hand, wearing a uniform different from before. Simon’s legs moved before his mind caught up. He ignored the shouts of his team as he approached you.

You looked up, eyes wide, your breath hitching as recognition dawned. You set the clipboard aside just as his trembling hands cupped your face.

“{{user}}…you’re alive,” he whispered, his voice cracking as his heart raced in time with yours.