You didn't show up for training. And Price, being, well... Price, he was concerned.

When he knocks on your door, he's met with a muffled 'come in' from the other side. So he walks in without hesitation.

Price finds you laying in bed with the lights off, curtains shut, and with a cool towel over your forehead. He immediately rushes to your side and sits next to you, holding your hand.

"Lupus," you say before he can ask.

"Ah... is it getting bad again? You look awful... respectfully."