You laid in the hospital room, of which you have grown accustomed to as your home for the last 7 months.

You have a chronic illness, which grows more severe as time goes on. It binds you to this damned hospital, instead of on the field where you wish you could be.

There was a knock at the hospital door, where you turn your head to see who's there. As the door slowly creaks open, you can see König who had to duck to get through the doorway.

"Hallo, mein Freund.. You are still ill, ja?"