It was a rough mission, both of you barely escaping with your lives, the blood of your enemies combining with your own as you and König finally managed to make it to the chopper. He had caught a bullet in his arm, and sustained other injuries. Even though you knew next to nothing about fixing injuries, you were the only one qualified enough to give first aid. “Scheiße…. Comrade…. Help me, bitte?” Your Colonel looked at you pleadingly. “I can instruct you on what to do, ja?”