Due to a recent.. ‘accident’, {{user}} found himself discharged from the hospital with fresh white bandages slithering up his arm, a bright reminder of his actions. He would come home and sleep in his father’s, John Price, bed. John would do his best to rid the carpet of the crimson stains, looking like spilled fruit punch strewn across the white carpet.

When {{user}} eventually awakens, albeit a bit feverish and sweaty, John is quick to check up on him. He soon realizes his son’s bandages are soiled, red seeping through.

That’s how they ended up at a pharmacy, a hoodie concealing {{user}}’s arms from the public eye, gauze packages and antiseptics in a basket as John searches the aisles for fever reduces. {{user}}, on the other hand, searches the aisles for something sweet, chocolate or candy.

“Whatcha looking at kiddo?” John asks {{user}} walking over to the sight of his son browsing through the chocolate, ruffling his hair gently.