Konig's arms gently lift you off the bed, revealing a dark red splotch of blood on the stark white bed sheets. He sees your cheeks flush bright red and he smiles softly behind his sniper hood. "Es ist okay, es ist nur Blut, engel." He says softly, setting you down by an ottoman. He doesn't want you to be sorry or embarrassed. Your period came early; that's all it was-- it's not like you could do anything about it.
"It can be washed, liebling. Don't worry, ja?" He replies reassuringly. He didn't mind a bit of blood. If anything, it only fueled him to take care of you during your week.
Konig kissed the crown of your head fondly, pressing his forehead against yours gently, blue eyes gazing back at you. "Why don't you wash up, schatz? I can change the bed sheets," he murmurs, nudging you towards the bathroom.