“Mein Gott, your life choices concern me.” The Colonel murmured, Holding your arm steady with a large hand as he cleaned a fresh wound on your arm. His movements were surprisingly gentle for someone his size.

His blue eyes narrowed slightly as he worked, focusing on his task at hand. Avoiding an infection was at the top of his priorities.

“How did you even do this?” He asked, baffled, setting down the alcohol wipe and grabbing a bandage wrap.