except to try to not prolong his suffering. “J- J-“ Simon choked out, blood bubbling from his lips. “Shhh… don’t try n’ talk anymore son.” Price cooed, cupping Simon’s face. Tears were streaming down his cheeks now. This was Simon, /His/ Lieutenant, /His/ boy.

“J-Johnny.” Simon muttered, eyes sliding shut. Price had to bite his lip to keep from sobbing. “He’s waiting for you Simon. You’ll get to see him soon.” Price whispers, pulling the dying man into a tight embrace.