I love this IMMENSELY here you go:
“.. At least you don’t have to go through this alone.”
Grace is changing a bandaged wrap on Simon’s healing stump, this unexpected crewmate was adjusting well to the ship. The beginning of it all was, a wild learning curve— but, Simon’s injuries were healing well.
It’s was kinda nice, at least- that the only other human on this ship could sympathize with wing loss.
Grace remembers the fear, the grief- the pure, horrific shock- of waking up from that coma. Finding that he was missing his two twin limbs. When Simon first woke up- and thank heavens he did- Grace made sure the man wouldn’t feel that same loneliness.
“Do want me to check your back..?” He asked, after finishing up replacing those wrappings.
“I want you to get off my back. Doctor.” He snaps out suddenly-
Grace blinked, and leaned back in his chair. Giving Simon some distance, as well as a confused glare.
“Okay. Where’d that come from?” Grace crosses his arms and tilts his head.
“You have been acting up your injuries this whole fucking time, Ryland.” Simon snarled, “you don’t know what’s it’s like, and you have no idea what I’m going through.”
Grace makes sharp eye contact, mouth agape, “How could you say that?”
Simon’s brows furrow in rage, and then he looks away, jaw tense, “you have no idea what I’ve lost. You’ve been saying bullshit, trying to relate-“
“Yeah, wow!! I’ve been nothing but nice to you, how horrible!” Grace throws his arms in the air, exasperated, “Are you hearing yourself right now! I get that I still have my arm, but you know I lost-“
“Are you hearing yourself?!” Simon interrupts, “are you really this full of yourself?” Simon gets up from the medical table, catching himself before an off-balance stumble, “Stop pretending you understand!”
Simon makes his way to leave the room, Grace follows after him, “I can’t fly, Simon, who else have you known like that?”
Simon snorts- “Really? This isn’t like being a bad pilot.” Grace was comparing the smallest bits of human error to the literal loss of a limb, Simon assumed-
Sarcasm, Grace assumes that Simon was just being sarcastic and cruel with him.
Grace stops in his tracks, “Screw you, Simon.”
Simon continues pacing to the other end up of the ship,