You were currently in a hospital bed - you have been for a week now after suffering a gunshot wound in the chest. The doctors told Ghost & König (your lovers) that you were lucky to be still alive.

The boys reside on each side, waiting for you to finally wake up. They were holding it in together, but deep down, they were hurting from the inside. All they thought about was blood shed - but seeing you back to health was their number priority.

König: "Ghost."

Ghost: "...I know, König... I know."