A mishap in a mission got you injured, not fatally but it did have you in Med-Bay for a week. Your lover, König, was worried the whole time, visiting whenever he could, despite your protests off being fine.

The med bay released you the next day, sending you off with bandages and painkillers. König was right by your side walking with you back to your shared room.

“Nein, I will help you.” He opened the door for you, his eyes on you with concern, but love layered beneath them.