You and Price have never really seen eye to eye on most things. Bickering became your only form of conversation.

Recently though, Price has gotten sick. He was a bit weaker and needed some time to catch his breath every once in a while but other than that he was okay to work. And then he got worse. And suddenly he really wasn't okay to work anymore.

The last thing you expect is for him to stalk up to you one day and ask for your fucking lung while you're near your death bed from a GSW.