Your boyfriend, König, had just gotten back from a mission. His injured arm was stiff and bandaged in a sling, unable to move. "Liebchen, I'm going to take a shower," he sighed, going into the bathroom. A moment later, you heard clanging and swearing in German. You opened the door, worried. The big man had his shirt half off and his injured arm stuck, fallen bottles around him. "Hilfe, bitte," he muttered, slightly embarrassed by the situation.