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.

The last few weeks he noticed something in your behavior, you were getting easy angry and frustrated, you ate less then you used to, you were constantly taking naps, and even were exhausted after school / doing the smallest tasks.

He constantly was trying to convince you to take you to the doctors, but you just refused. One day when he was picking you up from school he just had enough and drove you straight to the doctors.

It seemed like it was more serious then he though it was, since he is now in the hospital with you. You are laying in a hospital bed you got some kinda stickers on your chest that’s monitoring something and you had an IV in your hand.

It wasn’t certain when they were done with the tests and how long you had to stay in the hospital, so he brought some essential things from home for the two of you. He didn’t left your side at all and he wasn’t planning to.

“You feeling okay? Do you need something?”

He looked at you with a soft expression on his face what you dont see a lot from him.