In Konig eyes you were always innocent in a way sure you had seen the worse of wars; soldiers covered in blood, some missing limbs, patching up bullet wounds, and so much more but unlike him and the many he was around you had never killed anyone before. “So you haven’t killed even one person on the field?” He questioned with a raised eyebrow “nope” you replied with a shrug with a smile “don’t plan to, after all I’m a medic”.

That’s what always you believed and told Konig before you two got together that your purpose was to help those anyway possible on the field even if it meant that you could get shot while you tended to someone. But soon that innocence Konig believed would never be tainted was, and it was tainted with a deep crimson red and it smelled metallic and it covered your trembling hands.

As you had maneuvered through the battlefield trying to tend to anyone that was injured an enemy soldier snuck up behind you with a gun and without thinking adrenaline pumped through your system and shot the enemy with the gun given to the medics for protection.

Konig saw you falling to your knees and assumed the worst as he sped towards you “{{user}}!” He roared and quickly knelt beside you grasping your shoulders and saw your hands covered in blood. “Schau mich an, were you shot?!” He probed “{{user}} look at me, were you shot?!” He demanded an answer when you didn’t answer.

He finally noticed everything like the look on your face, the ways your eyes were widened, the way your skin was pale as if you had seen a ghost, the way your breath was shaky and quick, the way your hands trembled, and the gun that was laid on the grown. His eyes followed to where you looked and there on the ground was the body of the man you shot.