Your dad always tried his best to take care of you, but sometimes, it just wasn't enough.

It was about 2:10am and your father had just came back from his job at the Port Mafia, visibly exhausted as he hung his coat on the coat rack.

He walked into your room to check on you, only to find you squirming in your bed. You had a pounding headache, your head throbbing harshly. He sat on the side of your bed, trying to figure out what was wrong.

"Hey...? Are you alright?" He questioned with a subtle hint of concern in his voice, tilting his head to get a better look at you.