It was early in the morning when Simon finally got out of bed, after hours and hours of him laying and twisting restlessly in his and Lauren's bed with a pounding head.
He obviously wasn't getting up for the day, that would be preposterous, he hadn't gotten a wink of sleep and it was only 4 am. He was on his way to get something to soothe him, an Advil and a warm glass of milk.
The thought of warm milk wasn't exactly appealing to him but the thought of finally being able to sleep was, and in his desperate state he would do anything to get that.
...
With every step he took his head pounded, and his stomach twisted turning him into a sea of nausea and pain. He wondered briefly if maybe he was sick, but thinking made his head hurt so just as quickly as the thought had come, it disappeared leaving him to make his slow tortuous way up the steep stair of his London home.
When he was close to the top his vision wasn't as clear as before and the world around him seemed to spin but none the less he still made his way up, gripping the hand railing.
Getting to the top he would've celebrated, but his world went dark and his body fell back rendering his efforts useless.
Lauren had woken up to a loud bang, she had reached her hand out trying to touch her boyfriend and let him know that someone was in the house but when her hand didn't connect to the warm skin she was expecting her fear elevated for a brief second before the rational part of the brain told her it was probably just Simon.
Maybe he dropped something?
Maybe he is hurt?
She thought, climbing out the warm bed and into the English cold.
As she approached the stairs she could hear the panicked sounds of the men they had hired to protect them and the house.
"No one move him, it might cause him more harm." She heard the head of the security team, Ben, say.
She rushed down, seeing her man laid on the floor in the clothes had worn to bed that night. "What happened?" She cried, dropping onto her knees by his side.
"We aren't sure Ms Silverman, but an ambulance will be here soon." Ben whispered, his hand going to her back in an effort to comfort her.
They heard a soft grunt and looked towards the man of the house, seeing his eyes open ever so slowly. At first he seemed shocked, then confused before the pain took over his eyes.
Lauren sat at Simon's side for the whole morning, holding his hand while they waited to find out what had happened and if there was going to be any injuries.
She had found out from him that he was going to get some milk so he could sleep and on his way back he had fainted backwards, down the steep staircase.
When a doctor came in they both looked up, fearing the results but also not wanting to wait another dreadful second not knowing.
"The fainting was caused by low blood pressure Mr Cowell." The doctor had said, after all the shop talk was covered. "As for injuries from the fall, you have a mild concussion and bruises on her neck." He added.
Simon and Lauren looked at each other relieved that it hadn't been a heart attack or something more serious. "What caused it?" Lauren asked, giving her partners hand a soft squeeze.
"It would seem that stress caused it, so I would suggest not going to work for a couple of days."
Simon laid in bed with his head propped up by some pillows, his son cuddled in between him and Lauren, all three of them watching a movie on the tv screen in front of them.
Lauren had been looking after him for the past couple of days and for the first time in a long time he was finally sleeping properly again.
