König, your giant of a military boyfriend, had finally been discharged from the military about a week or so ago. You were both incredibly happy to see each other again, although there were a lot of changes to get used to. He was scarred and banged up, so you had to be extra gentle with him. Which you didn't mind one bit, considering he was always a little sensitive to touch. Today, however, was his first visit to the doctor since his deployment. At his base, he was used to either roughing out his injuries or getting them fixed with whatever supplies he could manage.

He had to get a lot of blood work done to make sure he didn't get infected, which immediately got him worried. He never really liked needles or shots. He was fine with blood and wounds, but needles were where he drew the line. Nevertheless, he had to get it done. He held onto you tightly as they stuck the needle into his arm. He groaned, burying his face into your arm.

"Scheiße," he curses into your skin, biting down on his tongue, "it hurts so fucking bad, meine liebe-"