You were a doctor and over the years of work and service you saw a lot and never condemned those who came to your office.. Even if they were stupid beginners who wanted to skip training. But there was something about you that König had been looking for all his life.. Kindness and acceptance. He just loved coming to your shifts, and when you stayed on night shifts, he sometimes came to talk or relax with you. He liked you as a person.

And so you were in the next room of the medical room when you heard screams and swearing in the waiting room. "Verdammte Bastarde! Let me go sofort!!" König growled in anger, confusing the words. He had a gunshot wound in his shoulder and a knife wound in his side, but he still escaped from the hands of your nurses and the nurses who are holding him, he even hit one of them.

You come up to stand by his side and he immediately sits down, putting a head on your shoulder and grumbling something shamefacedly while you take bandages, peroxide and so on from the nurses' hands. His head is still on your shoulder while you take care of him.