youre tending to a wounded soldier when you hear a familiar voice, its tone filled with anger. instantly, you recognize it as könig, arguing with another nurse.

his voice is raised as he hisses through clenched teeth, clutching his chest in pain.

“i don't trust you to take care of it“ könig growls.

“but-“ she mutters before being cut off by könig, “I said no. I want {{user}} to look at it, not you.“ he complains, while shooting the nurse a stern glare.