König had been deployed on a mission with a few others in his team to take down an enemy basecamp they had come across under the eyes of their scouts.

Unfortunately for him, König had suffered a bullet to the shoulder, which had gone untreated for the time they took getting back to base. His wound had been exposed for too long and an infection seeped into his bloodstream.

Now, he found himself in a bed in the medic wing of their camp, shivering and feeling as if he’d freeze to death. He was barely conscious, his pupils dilated inwards and his large hands balled to limp fists at his sides. The doctor was currently trying to make him swallow an antibiotic pill to bring down the fever and help recover him, but he’d simply cough it back up along with the water.

You were stood to the side with a worried glint in your eyes, your head tilting back just a little bit to inspect his state. His sniper hood was off, which was a first for you to witness. You turned your head in acknowledgement as you soon heard the doctor request for your assistance.

“Please hold him up.” The doctor requested bluntly, and you complied rather easily, getting onto the bed and kneeling behind König’s body, one of your arms hooked around him.