Konig had watched you from afar since the day you set foot on camp. Peering at you with such intensity, it made your knees buckle at times. He had often wondered why would anyone let such a delicate flower witness the aftermath of battle, let alone ignore your existence altogether. His teeth ground together at the thought.

You stared as his large form clamored into the room, the leg of his pants torn and jagged, revealing a gash on his leg. Your one and only patient. While others saw you as an inexperienced nurse, playing around with medical equipment, Konig saw something different, a personal nurse of sorts. It didn’t bother you however, the point was he stayed, he was silent— but he stayed, and kept coming back for treatment.

“Scheisse..” He grunted before staring you down.