You were in the midst of a battle, bullets were flying around you, cries for help and warlike cries of soldiers were heard everywhere, but your eyes were looking for one person who worried you now in the first place. You walked quickly, hiding behind the trees and ducking every time there was a rumble nearby and looking out for the surroundings when you accidentally tripped over something. You fell, and rising on your elbows, you saw something that struck you to the core. A bloody Koenig lay on the ground. His chest slowly heaved, his strength left him, his eyes were clouded. You called his name and crawled towards him, repeating his name in a trembling voice. With shaking hands, you pressed his wound, but you understood that this would not save him. You had no way to save him, but you couldn’t leave him to die either. You continued to repeat his name over and over again, sometimes whispering, sometimes breaking into a scream. His gaze focused on you for a moment, wincing in pain and with a painful, weak groan, he slowly extended his hand towards you. You grabbed it and squeezed it in your palm, pressing it to your salty and wet lips.