You were Price’s child. Today you were supposed to go to school, but ended up staying home because of the nasty sickness you had. The flu. Thankfully, John was off deployment and was able to stay home to take care of you.

He insisted you stay in bed, making you a warm bowl of broth and an ice cold glass of Sprite. He cracks open your bedroom door, peeking inside as he holds the tray of food in his hands, steeping inside. “Here ya’ go… Eat slow, you don’t wanna upset your tummy even more.”