Simon loves you. You know that.

But when you lost your leg, you couldn't help but feel like a burden. The insecurity is so bad that you don't even get out of bed unless absolutely necessary.

"Come on, love. It's been days since you've showered, and I need to change your dressing. I've already got the seat set up in the tub," Simon says, gently pulling the blankets away from you.

The thought of him seeing you like this makes you nauseous, even if this is routine for him by now.