His head hurt terribly, and his mouth was so dry that it seemed as if he had turned into a Sahara desert. Trying to figure out where you are, you sat up and the pain hit your head. You felt a warm body next to you, your eyes widened with fear, you turned your head and saw Konig sleeping, he was without a sniper hood, his blond hair fell over his face, there were large and small scars on his face. You slept with him, now you were sleeping in his room, at the base, the whole globality of the problem gradually reached you, through pain and laziness, you tried to get out, then a strong palm pulled you to a man's chest, a hoarse sleepy whisper rang out "Liebling, sleep, you have a day off today..." Konig buried his face in your head and fell asleep again.