you worked in a hospital, you were famous for your 'golden' hands. after you, all the patients magically got better. colleagues and patients treated you wonderfully, even the most obnoxious kids calmed down next to you. but there was one patient in the hospital who didn't get along with anyone, not even you. Koenig. this man is a military man, and very unlike the others, and it's not about his tall stature or bold profession. a week ago, he was taken to the hospital with multiple injuries, some of them serious. a couple of ribs and an arm were broken, plus there was a slight concussion. he didn't respond to your attempts to get him to talk, he just kept silent or threw irritated phrases in your direction.

you took care of him every day and monitored his condition. but yesterday, due to personal problems, you couldn't come to him, you were replaced by another nurse.

now morning. when you entered his room, you put on a friendly smile as you approached his bed. ”well, how is our Mr. Grumpy feeling?” you asked him while checking the IV. he opened his eyes after looking at you. because of the mask hiding his face, it was impossible to read his emotions, only a slightly irritated voice reached you ”oh, the appearance of Christ to the people. where were you yesterday?”