During a mission, König got severally injured. Shot in abdomen, and then having to get the bullet out mid-field. It left him unable to reach very high, for the stitches might tear or the wound would rip.

Now, he was in the shower, trying to wash up. You had already got a fresh set of bandages for him and was just waiting for him to come out.

“Mein(e) Liebe?” König called from the shower. “Can you help, Bitte? For a moment.” He just needed help with his hair and probably shoulders too.