You sat in the infirmary, looking down at your bandaged hands with a frown. You were mad at yourself for getting your hands injured to the point of not being able to use them properly for a while. Price sat behind you, carefully brushing through your hair since you couldn't do it on your own at the moment. After a while.. you felt his calloused fingers carefully parting off strands of your hair. He was.. braiding your hair for you.