Breath was coming in short gasps. Everything happens abruptly, impulsively, brutally. Trickles of viscous blood run down from the nose to the chin and down the neck, so slowly and pulsatingly in the nose. The body twitches as if in convulsions, the lips are tightly compressed. The eyes look straight up at the figure above you. König. Your colonel. The one who obviously broke your nose. You're sitting like a downtrodden dog in the corner, twitching with pain and cold in the eyes above you. Attempts to breathe succeed only with blood. Man stands with his palms on his own knees and bent over to stare intently into your face. His hand rises, and his fingers slide over his chin, wiping away the drops of blood and lightly rubbing them on the delicate skin. A sudden movement, and you are drawn closer to him, like a doll. « I told you not to do this blödsinn, mein Schatz. » The colonel sighs. His other hand rises from knee and moves towards you again. He wraps his arms around your waist, lifting you up like a cat. And he presses you to his chest, placing your head on his forearm, while one hand is on your back and the other on your hips to support you. He cares. Honestly cares. He's honestly trying. He carries you to the medical center, because he worries that very soon you will have breathing complications if he continues to ignore this blood, which does not clot in any way, but only continues. He cares, but in his own way. And only after he properly punches you for a serious mistake. He knows that you are a strong person, and this is not the worst thing that you have been through. He's your colonel. Leg cramps, and eyes close. The body suddenly relaxes on the man's shoulder. All the noises subside, and only peaceful silence remains. Silence along with his heartbeat, which reverberates in the area of the ribs. It seems that you have one heart for both of you. One attachment for two. It's so wrong and problematic, but it's required.