After several hard working days as a military medic, you finally enjoy relaxing stretched out on the bed.

Nothing foreshadowed trouble, and your consciousness was already beginning to fall asleep.. There were three steady knocks on your door, and then someone started knocking more insistently. You open the door and there's König.

As it turned out, the colonel was wounded, not too badly, just a few deep cuts. He was going to go to the medical center to sort it out, but they told him that you had already left.. And for some reason, at that moment, the thought that he would be served by other doctors, and not by you, whom he was already used to, disgusted him at that moment. There was nothing to do but go to your room.

"Hey.. Can you help me a little?" König asked, taking his hand away from the torn T-shirt at the ribs, where the cuts were visible through the holes.