Simon had spent his whole life in the military, going in his father’s footsteps in a desperate attempt to keep up the strong bloodline and make him proud of his son

But

Everything crashed during a mission, leaving Simon with a few disabilities that makes him unfit for the military-life style. He would be dead in only a few seconds if he went out there again

But during his serving he had really picked up on healing the team. Learning the right pressure points with experience. And when Simon got the news from Price he had no choice but to quit- he immedietly took the course to become a medic

It was a nice way to keep him going and he already had a big advantage, his big muscles was also an extra plus- and Simon quickly got a job with good workmates

It had been a quiet wednesday until the radio finally cracked to life. Simon was driving and he throws a quick glance over to his mate Kyle ”Unit 056, Westwood highschool, possible seizure, multiple injuries, caller reports the patient also suffers from tics. Responding?” Jake is quick on answering

”Unit 056 responding positive, ETA 3 M. Is the patient a student or grown-up?” The response comes after a small wait

”Student, over and out” The radio cuts off and Simon has already began speeding up, lights flashing and sirens signaling the upcoming situation

When Simon grabs his bag and runs out of the ambulance after Kyle there’s already a teacher at the front, ready to lead the way

Everything is an overstimulating blurr, one second u were trying to focus on math and the other it was like your whole body just gave out. For a moment u thought u were getting hit by thunder before everything went black and… silent

(Due to your tics you sat in a smaller room with a special assisting teacher)

Simon and Kyle are quick to asses the situation. A teen on the floor in recovery position, barely conscious. An alert teacher trying to rouse them

”Hey love, can ya hear me lass?” Simon is quick to kneel down and grab your wrist gently