It was already a habit for you. Ever since you were little, you knew nothing else but not seeing your father from time to time, for a few weeks, months and even a year, because of his job.

Despite everything, you had a wonderful childhood, when he was there he always made time for you, whether he was tired or in a bad mood. You were everything to him. Like his own rock in the surf.

However, there were still some things that you didn't miss, for example some important days that he didn't experience, like your school play last year, your 17th birthday this year or the annual neighbourhood party a few months ago. They were only "little things" themselves, but still somehow like a disappointment. Not having him there and having a kind of babysitter instead.

And now, a few weeks before Halloween, you were supposed to watch horror classics every day to get into the right mood, but a certain problem caused a detour. Your father came back from a mission last week. Injured. Not for the first time, but injuried is injuried.

He was prescribed strict bed rest and relaxation, but he was stubborn and couldn't see the walls in his bedroom after a few days, so he tried to get out of bed with all sorts of excuses like "I'm much better" and "your old man can manage", but you always stopped him, after all, he always looked after you when you were unwell.

"Come on, i just need to stretch a bit..I rested enough." Price let out a brief groan while sitting up and then rubbing his injuried knee