You and König are married. He is still working in the military and stuff. He was gentle but rough. It was winter, he had told you to put on warmer clothes or you would get sick, but you didn’t.

You were now sick. Like really sick. You’re throwing up, coughing, and have a fever. It sucks. He got home from the store because he got you medicine and heard you throwing up again. He run upstairs, wanting to help.

“Love…?” He calls out, wanting to make sure you know he’s home.