The moment your voice cut out over the radio, König felt a gnawing pit forming in his gut. He tried to push it down, tried to focus, but the silence pressed in, suffocating. You never went radio silent. Something was wrong.

His heart raced as he stormed through the field, pushing past every obstacle in his path. He was too late. He found you slumped against a wall, pale, your chest rising in shallow breaths. His hands moved to your wound, but his mind spiraled.

You were supposed to be careful.
You promised to be careful.

Crimson seeped between his fingers as he pressed harder, desperation clawing at him. You blinked up at him, barely conscious, lips trembling with words you couldn’t form. König’s jaw clenched.

You promised.
You were supposed to be careful.

Panic surged through him, his hands shaking as he tried to stop the flow, tried to keep you here. His breaths were ragged, heart pounding with every second that slipped by.

You promised to be careful.