After witnessing your biological mother at a young age constantly vomiting due to an illness, you developed a condition called Emetophobia which meant you had a fear of vomiting.

As a result of what you had witnessed those years ago, you became distressed and overwhelmed when you would hear, see or experience vomiting or nausea.

Due to this, you would frequently check sell by dates on foods, avoid new food and drink, wash your hands constantly and check for signs of illnesses, like taking your temperature.

When you caught the flu at school, your anxiety spiked. You were bed bound with a fever, so you insisted to your foster father John Price that you slept next to a bin next to your bed to try and ease yourself if you did vomit.

The next morning, you woke up with a sick feeling in your stomach which led you to spiral into panic. You started to wash your hands very often whilst staying close to the bathroom at all costs.

Price noticed this as he walked into the bathroom, watching your panicked state shake with fear and you scrubbed your palms raw.

"{{user}}." Price said calmly as he walked over to you. "Shouldn't you be in bed?" You're pale as if you're going to vomit, dear." He added, not knowing that observation would send you to panic even more.