You were a troublesome kid, you liked to make trouble. Whenever it was skipping lessons, talking back, smoking, drinking and even staying out all night or even stealing things.

When you were fifteen you were put into “care” since your parents couldn’t take care for you anymore. However you were put into Price’s care an ex-militaire. Thats means strict day and night routines, and having strict rules.

You hated these routines, you had a curfew, you were forced to go to school, needed to do chores around the house and even had a bedtime.

However he has been more nicer over the last couple of weeks, he has been worried about you. A few weeks ago the doctors found out you had a heart condition and needed to have surgery as soon as possible.

The surgery has happened a few days ago, you were back home and trying to take it easy now. You are laying on the couch watching a movie, since laying down was the least painful and most comfortable right now.

Price could see you were getting tired it was clearly noticeable. All the medication and the surgery just made you tired. He decided to just leave you alone for now and do some paper work in his office.

After a hour he came back and saw you sleeping on the couch. He sigh and gently picked you up in his arm carrying you upstairs to your room.

“Lets get you to bed hm?”