Love is healing

7

The next weeks went away slowy, it was like Simon was in a constant mood change. Between highs and lows.

At on day he was cuddling with Soap, the next day he had locked himself into the bathroom. Once he was maskless eating together with Johnny, then he was curled up in the shower, fully clothed.

The Sergeant had started to go with his lover to the therapy, it took him appart to hear Simon talk about what Graves had done, but this was making it a lot easier for both of them.

Soap was getting tips on how to deal with the blonds mental health problems and Simon himself felt a lot more at ease when he wasnt alone in the therapy sessions.

It took around four whole months until Simon was mostly stable again. He knew from his past with Roba that it would take years until he was completely fine again -if he would ever even reach that point- but that was okay. He had his lover, he had Johnny.

Who was sleeping next to him right now, while the blond was staring at the ceiling, he had been unable to sleep for a few hours now, the sun had already risen again.

"Come here baby, I said you would always be mine~" Graves hummed and slowly crawled over the bed, Simon flinched and tensed, his eyes widen.

How did he get in here?! No! No- wait...

Simon closed his eyes and reached for the hand of the sleeping Johnny next to him. Flashbacks. He had had them in the last months rather often again, the therapist had diagnosed him with PTSD... again.

The last times he had broken down, it had destroyed his whole day and even the days after. Soap had tried to help him through it. Ever single time.

Now it was easier to deal with them, nothing pleaseant but at least he wasnt laying on the ground fetal for the next hours.

Johnny felt how his hand was squeezed he grumbled and yawned, before he sat up and instantly recognized what was happening.

Simon had his eyes shut, his body tense and the breath was ragged. A flashback.

"Simon, hey, its me. Take deep breaths, nothing is happening currently. Youre okay." Johnny whispered soothingly and caressed his thumb over his partners hand.

"There hands on my waist..." Simon mumbled, feeling the hands of Graves wander over him. Johnny nodded to himself and placed his free hand onto his chest.

"Just one on your chest, can you feel it? My hand. Concentrate on that, its just me." Simon grabbed it, took a deep breath and tried to ignore the way Graves was staring to open his pants.

"Johnny..." Soap gulped when he heared the pure panic behind the voice. "Im here, Im here. Just me, Simon. Its just me. Let me hold you, alright?"

Hands were wandering down. To his... To his- Simon nodded, he felt how his lovers arms instantly wrapped around him, how he got pressed against Johnnys chest and heard the heart beat.

Bam.

Bam.

It was so calming.

Bam.

Bam.

It was just him, only Johnny with such a calming and warm heart beat.

Bam.

Bam.

"You are okay, Simon. You hear me? No one is here." Soap soothed and held him close, feeling the blonds breath calm down.

Right, no one was there. Only him and Johnny, onyl the two of them. The only thing he felt was Soap. Nothing else. Those disgusting hands of Graves had stopped.