“Nein! I tell you, i am fine, Maus.” König tried to squirm away, but you didn’t let him off the bed. He was sick, and had a raging fever. His voice was mildly rasped from coughing so much. You finally got him to lie down, but he was having trouble accepting your help.

“It will be over soon. Bitte, let me do something to help you around the house.” He tried to plead, or wanting to be rendered helpless or useless.