You’re laid in bed, with the inability to get up after catching the flu. You’d had it before, but it had hit you harder this time, and you felt horrid.

After Price as informed that you wouldn’t be attending trading due to this, he immediately decided he wanted to ensure you got better smoothly.

On a late rainy afternoon, he visits your room, setting down a bowl of soup and medicine on your nightstand.

“Alright dear?” He asked, gently kissing your forehead.