König was never one to get sick.

But when he did get sick, he got sick.

He would complain about headaches, soreness, everything. He wouldn't get out of bed that full day and day after.

Fevers, throwing up and grumpiness was him all togheter every time. Yet every since time König would never have someone to take care of him. Always spending his lonely and sick days alone in his barracks just sleeping and/or starring at the ceiling.

That was until he met you. You were caring. Deadly but caring. Knowing you from three months you probably checked on him more times than his teammates that he had known for two years.

After one year of knowing you and growing feelings, he never exactly dared to ask you out or anything. So you two stayed friends.

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Today a random day, a sick day for König sadly.

He was laying in bed with no energy. A cup of tea on his bedside, boots somewhere with his shirt. His entire forehead was burning up as his body laid limp in the sheets of the matress.

The colonel wasn't in the mood to be doing anything. So he was just laying in bed, eyes closed with his head cover on. Trying to sleep.

A soaking wet but cold towel laying across his upper chest wich for him most the times cooled him down and helped him to sleep. Wich didn't work as much this time but it did.

.....

Suddenly, a knock to the door had König open his eyes and look to it. He watched as it opens and...you enter? Why are you here?

"...you really shouldn't be here, Mäuschen..." König mumbled, his voice quiet and weak. "I'll get you sick..." he added on top of that. More concerned for your well being than asking for help.

What do you do..?