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<SIMON LEAKING> He's jolted awake by a very frantic Rocky <BAD LEAK BAD LEAK>
“Wha’s happening, Rock? 's he crying?” He rubs his eye with one hand, patting around for his glasses with the other. They aren't far, thankfully.
<ORGAN LEAKING. LEAKING ON FLOOR. PAIN PAIN PAIN> Rocky screeches.
Oh no. Oh goodness no.
He jumps up from bed, even as his body protests, and immediately starts to see very worrying amounts of blood on the floor of the Mary.
Rocky rushes through the halls, leading him through the trails of red smeared across the floor panels.
“Simon!” He calls “Simon, are you okay?!”
No answer.
“SIMON!” He's really freaking out, there's so much blood and his internal bleeding must be insane to have this much blood coming out of him, what if he was too late and he dies and he's the only human again and it's his own fault-
<Simon here!> Rocky bumps insistently into a storage hatch.
“Go away, m fine” Simon groans.
“Oh thank goodness you're alive” he takes a breath and tries to get his heartrate under control again “I'm gonna open this door, okay? You've lost a lot of blood and you're definitely gonna lose more if we don't do something about this”
“GO AW-” he cuts off with a gasp of pain.
Grace opens the hatch.
Simon is curled up in the corner, grey sweatpants soaked with blood, and clutching his abdomen. Tears stream down his face, and he only tightens his hold on himself as the light hits him.
“Cheese and crackers, Simon, that's a lot of blood. You need help”
“I told you to go… please… I'm not hurt”
“How could you possibly- ohhh. Oh my gosh” he freaking forgot Simon was trans.
“Did… you forget…?” He smirks a little, looks like he's about to laugh, then cries out as another wave of pain wracks his body.
Grace winces sympathetically “How about we get you set up in the ‘don’t go crazy’ room with some of the good drugs and clean clothes? This hatch can't be comfortable”
He shakes his head “I'll just get more blood on everything”
“I'm sure there's menstrual products in here somewhere, we did have a crew member originally who would've needed them. And if there isn't, we have towels, and our water system is a closed loop” He offers Simon a hand.
He starts to sit up, face screwed up in agony. His whole body spasms, and he vomits, acid and bile splattering on the floor “Fuck, s-sorry”
“No, don't be sorry, it's okay” He doesn't even hesitate to step through the blood and bile, carefully hooking his arms behind Simon's knees and back “You think you can hold on?” Simon slings his arm around his neck, slumping against his chest.
“Rock, do you think you could get started on moving some bedding to the ‘don't go crazy’ room? Simon's okay, this is a human biology thing, I'll explain later”
<Simon not died, question?>
“Yeah. Simon's not dying”
<Happy happy happy> he trills in relief, then scampers off to complete his task.
“Alright, we're gonna get you cleaned up first. Sound good?”
“Mhm”
It's obvious that he's trying not to look at the blood everywhere, understandably. He doesn't know the full extent of what Simon survived, but he knows that it was awful, and very, very bloody. Hopefully it helps, knowing that it's his own blood.
"Okay, bathroom! As always, use as much hot water as you want, you can put your dirty clothes here" he grabs a plastic bin and sets it down nearby "And I'll be back with clean clothes and hopefully something for the blood"
Simon nods silently, which isn't a great sign, but he doesn't have time to dwell. He walks off.