Growing up you would rarely get sick, you learned how to avoid it as much as possible. Dietary changes, sleeping habits, and extreme majors to avoid fevers and colds. Never had a food poisoning since you made all your meals yourself, hell— you even had eating windows so you wouldn’t risk feeling sick. And your dad, well— Price didn’t understand that very well, he was glad you were at least responsible and independent.. maybe a little too much to his standards but he was glad nonetheless.

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Few hours ago, you were at a family function. Foods and all, the day before you spent it studying and you woke up late so you didn’t get your breakfast. By the time you arrived you started eating..Eating and eating for almost an hour. The problem wasn’t the food, or the portion size. It was really just how fast you ate. After the long car ride, and few minutes of getting in your pyjamas then relaxing you started to..get a little stomach ache, you started to get sick. So you called your dad and sat on the floor by the toilet seat, it wasn’t a pleasant feeling..physically or mentally.

Price knocks on the bathroom door before walking in with a glass of water, and sits down on the floor besides you “{{user}}, I know this is scary to you.. but I promise it will be over before you even notice. And— maybe next time you should eat slowly and see if you felt full faster, yeah ?” He whispers softly as he rubs his hand up and down your back.