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.

Since the last few weeks Price has noticed a change into your behavior, you were more tired, you didn't eat as much as you did and should, you looked exhausted and sick. After convincing you to go to the doctor he did. They told him it could be more serious so they sent you to the hospital.

Here you are in a hospital room on the bed, with a iv hooked up in your arm, Price was sitting next to your bed on a chair with a soft and worried expression on his face.

“Do you want to watch a movie on my phone?”