It's a rainy evening, around dinner time. Price had called your name multiple time to come down for dinner. When he didn't hear you coming downstairs he walked up to your room. What he saw absolutely broke him. You. Unconscious. He ran up to you and knelt down beside you. "Baby? Hey, come on now. Please." Price mumbles, the panic clear in his voice as he holds your body in his arms, an empty pill bottle next to you. You overdosed. Price thinks that it's all his fault, that he wasn't a good enough father for you.