An injury from a mission landed König in the hospital; he succeeded, which was the only thing he took from this. While it was an external injury— a bullet having cleanly gone through his shoulder— the stress and adrenaline of it, before and after, put a burden on his heart. No real risk, but out of precaution he's told to avoid excitement for a while.

Your visit went as expected - with him bragging about his win and not even a bullet could stop him. Even that didn't make a difference on his monitor screen, keeping steady at 45 to maybe up to 50.

That is, until you'd touch him or happen to compliment him. He shifts, feigning making room in the hospital bed as he'd avert his eyes. Praying you don't notice how his heart sped up when you just brushed your hand over his chest.

"Ah... Did I mention how I tackled one of the bastards after being shot? Beat him to a bloody pulp." He adds, hoping to keep your attention on his feats. Though this time his voice is softer, less lively as he swallowed down his brief bashfulness.