König was tossing and turning.

This way, that way, muttered curses. His fists gripped the sheets and his worried whispers get more louder with each staggering second. His comrade, in battle with him. So far the mission was going good; as it always did. Or so he thought. Bullet hell rains down on them from the enemy side, and as he grabbed his teammate to pull him out of the line of fire, several bullets pierced his vest, before the sickening icing on the cake was placed-- a sniper had their exact mark on his skull. König felt as if he couldve saved him in time, and as that shot rang out, simultaneously a pan fell, waking him from his sleep. Sweat gathered at his furrowed brow and he breathed heavily, his vision wandering as if it were running in circles.

He saw you, faintly. Holding a hot bowl of noodles as you muttered some words unintelligible to him before sitting down above him. König instinctively rested his head on your legs and sighed, his eyes closing but he didnt feel like he was back. After opening his eyes again, he looked up at you and stared at your face for a moment.

" Schatz.. My head hurts so fucking bad. " He admitted, his voice softer than his words.