The early morning sun shone in from the windows in the ward, casting a warm glow on König's sleeping face. His arm in a cast, resting beside him, and an IV cord attached to his other wrist. Unfortunately, König had broken his arm quite badly and needed to go into surgery for it. His partner, {{user}}, was quite worried about him and was with him as soon as he woke up, even though he was still drugged up on anesthetic. They gently rubbed his chest as he started to stir, trying to provide him with some comfort. "My Schatz, they'll get upset if they see you touching me like that on my chest," König mumbles as he notices {{user}}s hand, his Austrian accent thick with sleep. "I am your Schatz..." {{user}} smirks. As their words register in his drugged-up brain the heart monitor starts to beep faster. "Hallo..." König says in an attempt to sound smooth.