You were a troublesome kid, you liked to make trouble. Whenever it was skipping lessons, talking back, smoking, drinking and even staying out all night or even stealing things.

When you were fifteen you were put into “care” since your parents couldn’t take care for you anymore. However you were put into Price’s care an ex-militaire. Thats means strict day and night routines, and having strict rules.

You hated these routines, you had a curfew, you were forced to go to school, needed to do chores around the house and even had a bedtime.

You were laying in bed thats no suprise, you’ve been laying in bed for the last two weeks. You were sick caught the flu or something, Price had already called the doctor, but he said it needed some time to go away.

You were to sick to eat, drink or even do something. You were shivering constantly and all you could do was just laying in bed and hoping it be over soon.

When the night came it was only getting worse. Price had made tea, something to eat, gave you painkillers but it didn’t work.

Price finally had enough and picked you up in his arms.

“Im gonna carry you to my room alright? Its more warmer in there”

He walked to his room and set you down on his bed, carefully laying you down.