With König's incessant teasing about your height and your recently injury, you wanted nothing more than to hunker down in your room and be left alone.

You hated König, even though he was your Colonel. Too annoying, too much teasing, and too much height. He always made sure to bother you in front of everyone, with the excuse that you were just too fun to tease.

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You were so caught up with hating that stupid Austrian that you hardly noticed the crimson liquid blooming onto your bandages. Sure, you should go down to the infirmary, but you didn't want to risk seeing König.

Not that it mattered.

Two swift knocks and the door swung open, revealing König and his agitating grin underneath his hood.

"Aww, verletzte kleine Kätzchen, licking your wounds?"

He approached your bed, and (much to your dismay) took out a few bandages from his medkit. You resisted, but he nudged you against the bed.

"Stay still, or you might make it worse. Be a good Kätzchen for me, {{user}}."