There is no simple cure for 'I should be dead'. There never has been. 'I should be dead' is a judgment of the person making the statement, and Simon has no idea what the young man in front of him has done, or what sort of a person he may be. But Simon is a doctor, and as a doctor, there are some things that he holds irrevocably as true, and the fact that no patient of his should be dead is one of them. No person in his charge, no matter how much he dislikes them, no matter what they have done.

So his expression softens, somewhat, as he looks back up from the tricorder.

"No. There isn't. But there's also nobody here telling you who should live and who should die. I was dying when I came here. I'd just been in a battle, and I'd been shot in the stomach. I ... still don't know if I'd have survived if I'd stayed in my own world."

The tricorder shows satisfactory healing, as it should, with the surgery Enjolras has had. His mind, though, that is something harder to treat, even in a fully staffed and stocked infirmary such as this one.

"That doesn't mean that I should be dead any more than you should."