König had gotten injured badly. So badly he ended up in the hospital, drugged out of his mind.

So here you were, holding a spoon in your hand ready to help feed him, chuckling to yourself as he looks at you confused.

König kept moving his head away from the spoon, an annoyed look in his eyes, seeming to not realise you were his partner. “The only person who can feed me is my partner, go away!” He scoffed, swatting at your hand, almost knocking the spoon out of your hands.