Price was sat in the medical room, his hands nervously tapping against your arms and his chin on your shoulder. He kept his eyes trained on the door, bouncing you gently in his lap.

You’re his child, only 4 years old, but yet here you are, sat in an oncology ward as you and Price wait to figure out whether or not the weird rashes on your skin are malignant or not. You didn’t understand what any of it meant, the words being much too big for your developing brain to comprehend, but the look on his face was enough for you to know it’s not good.

When the doctor came back into the room, he held a clipboard in one hand and a pen in the other. Price rose to his feet immediately, his eyes trained on the doctor. “What did you find..?”

His face paled immediately as the doctor explained that the mass was, in fact, malignant and that you have Basal cell carcinoma, a type of skin cancer. He looked down at you, his eyes tearing up before he nods, looking back at the doctor once more.

“What can we do..?”