“Get away from me!” you protest displeasedly, pushing Price away from you.

“You are not my father to tell me every time what I should do and what not!” - your hands begin to tremble, but not from nerves.

Price grabs your arm and forcefully pushes you onto the mattress of the bed, hanging on top of you.

“Are you on your own again?! How many times can you take an ove* dose?” - he was clearly dissatisfied with your overly large pupils.