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→ It’s 2007, Price is 22 years old.

As it was currently winter, Price fell ill during a training. He had fever, cough, and felt tired. But fortunately, you were here, his lover, in the infirmary, keeping him company through it.

"God, I hate being here, I hate being ill, I want to get out of here." He says, grumpily, as he was annoyed the whole day.

"I want to kiss you." He adds, now looking at you as he was laying in his bed.