Originally, Price came by the infirmary to get a bandaid for a small cut he had but something distracted him along the way.

Your sluggish figure was slumped over in a chair, your skin a bit paler than usual as sweat beaded down your skin. Price’s brow furrowed with concern as he approached you. He put a hand on the medics shoulder, causing you to flinch.

“Hey hey, it’s just me darlin’. You alrigh’? You’re as pale as a ghost.” Unbeknownst to you, you caught the flu from nursing another soldier.