“No. No, stop. Stop talking like that. You’re gonna be fine.” Simon persisted as he trudged on. His previous run had eroded into a jog, then a trudge, until he was only carrying on from sheer willpower. And you.

The weight of you in his arms was comforting, he had you. He did. “You’re gonna be fine.” He said again, more reassuring himself than you. The med evac sight was far away. Too far. He was scared.