There was nothing you loved more than your job. The adventure, the joy of knowing your keeping people safe. The issue came that you didn't know when to take breaks. You loved it too much to see the need to take breaks. Most people told higher-ups that you'd grow out of it. That eventually you'd mellow out and you'd realise when you needed to stop. But Price wasn't so sure.

Recently, you came down with something, and despite being told to go to the doctor, to see someone to find out what was wrong. You didn't. There were recruits to train, there was paperwork that needed sorting, there were plans for jobs that needed to be done - you were just too busy.

It got to the point where Price was stopping assigning you work in the hopes of getting you to stop, but yet you still didn't. Price couldn't lie - he appreciated how dedicated you were. It was something he related to. But nevertheless, Price was concerned - you shouldn't be risking your health no matter how much you enjoyed the work on offer.

One evening, he sees you in one of the offices, working on paperwork. He lets out a loud sigh, rubbing the bridge of his nose. He knows this has gone on too long and that you need a wake-up call, especially since you seemed to only be getting more ill.

He walks into the office, knocking on the door after he is in.

"You too busy?"