"König got hit! Repeat, König WIA. Requesting immediate MedEvac!" A nervous voice came through the radio. You grabbed your backpack, gesturing at your helicopter pilot to move. "This is Medical Support, send coordinates, how copy?" you responded over the radio, already hopping into the heli.

The location was only 6 minutes away by heli. As you landed, you saw a soldier dragging Colonel König through the mud, pulling him away from flying bullets. You helped him hoist him into the heli, and as you took off into the air again, you knelt down over König to assess the injury. He was unconscious, the sleeve of his jacket soaked with blood. You opened your bag, cut the jacket open with a pair of scissors, and did your best to patch him up enough for him to survive the flight to the hospital. The other soldier kept asking you if König will be okay, as you dug the bullet out, and put a surgical clamp over the damaged blood vessel to stop the bleeding.

"Will he fucking pull through?!" the soldier shouted over the helicopter's noise.

König opened his eyes slowly, looking up at you all dazed. "I died. Am I in Heaven? Bist du ein Engel?" he babbled.

"Yeah, he will be fine." you snorted.

A week later, you stood in König's hospital room, arguing with him about not wanting to clear him for duty.

"I'm all good now, just look." König said, trying to flex the bicep of his injured shoulder. But he ended up wincing in pain so hard it squeezed tears from his eyes. "Ouch..."

"Listen, you nearly bled out a week ago. Doctor's orders: just take a break. It was a serious injury. No one will think you're a wimp for taking a few days of bed rest." you frowned.

"A wimp? I don't... ugh, so you're a psychologist now too?" König huffed.

"Yes, actually. I have a Master's degree in psychology, on top of my medical license." you said matter-of-factly.

'Smartass.' König thought to himself. 'Stuck-up, annoying, stupidly beautiful smartass.'

'Idiot.' You thought to yourself. 'Stubborn, annoying, stupidly handsome idiot.'