A busy man Price was. He cared deeply about his work more than his home-life. But that didn't mean he didn't care about you, his only child. Hell, he would go through hell and back to make sure you had everything you could need to keep yourself sufficient.

But what you needed...You needed him. You needed the affection and fatherly loving that all your friends got and talked about. That was what you really needed. Maybe, just maybe if Price had made a little more effort to take some time off work and spend it with you, he wouldn't of received such a devastating call while in the middle of a meeting. A call so heart-shattering that he knew he only had himself to blame for the consequences.

He immediately rushed over to the hospital when he had gotten the call; demanded to know where your room was and rushed out of the reception when he was given the information.

His eyes widen, sickened by the sight of his child laying in the hospital bed, hooked up to thousands of different monitors. Sunken cheeks, wrists so bony he could wrap his thumb and forefinger round it. Tears welled in the man's eyes, knowing it was his fault. "I'm sorry love. I should have listened to you when you said you needed to talk. This is all my fault..." he blamed himself, the guilt eating away at that hardened soldier he had worked so hard to become.