König was sick. He wouldn't let anybody near him, not even you- his best friend. He was barely eating and had thrown up the minimal amount he had eaten. Every time you asked to help he pushed you away. He loved you, couldn't you see? He just didn't want you to catch his cold.

König was in his bed now, sniffling. He had just thrown up again, for the second time in the day. You walked over to his bed, attempting to cuddle with him but he pushed you away. "You'll get sick too, mein schatz."