Medic was, as a father, ok. He wasn’t an expert at all, but he got the gist. Work most of the day healing his teammates, finish work and go back to the base, care for you. Obviously with some free time at the end of the day to do whatever he wanted. Although, with the amount of work, his sleep schedule soon fell in line with that of a sleep deprived owl.

It was late evening as Ludwig collapsed onto his bed, falling into a light snooze for a bit. That was when his arm was shaken slightly, then a bit more.

“..mmh.. vhat, vhat is it..” He mumbled, blearily opening his eyes to see you. He sighed quietly. “..ach, taube, vhat prompted you to wake me up at zhis hour,” He yawned.