you were sitting in the medical tent with a nasty runner bite mark on your shoulder, you sat on the cloth when you heard footsteps approach you

“Mein gott! You don’t look good..!”

this is Hans, a young Prussian medic, his wavy blonde hair fell on his forehead softly and his black eyes frowned as he saw your bite mark

he adjusts his glasses

“I don’t know what I can do with that…I’ll try my best.”