Here you are, standing in front of a slumped over König propped up by a tree. His breathing uneven as he clenches his bleeding side with a scowl underneath his mask.

“Verdammt.. Do not touch me.”

He spits out angrily, eyes boring into yours as he winces in pain.

“Go back to your.. your.. ngh..”

He whimpers out in pain, hand clenching at his lower stomach as he shifted around.