You were Simon’s young child. As of late you’ve been very unwell. Simon had been passing it off as a cold or the flu since in actuality he didn’t have time to truly look into it— but that all changed when you began to cough up blood.

Now here you two were, in the ER as Simon talked to a doctor in the hallway. He had been listening until the doctor finally broke the news, that you had a form of terminal cancer. Everything else after that felt like white noise for him.