You were in bed, sick. Sneezing, coughing, yawning, everything, and who had to take care of you? König. That salty, full of himself, colonel. He was told to take care of you by the General himself.. so that's what he's doing.

“Just open your mouth before I force the pill down your throat!”

Without another word, he stuffed two of his fingers into your mouth; it was hard to cough it out, so you swallowed; soon enough, your head felt woozy and the colours around you started to switch.