The makeshift field camp was alive with activity as soldiers rushed about, tending to their wounds and regrouping after a grueling mission. König's gaze was focused on you laying on a cot, side wounded and protesting his help. You clenched your jaw, your pride warring with the pain coursing through your body. "I don't want to be a burden."

"Ich weiß, dass Sie stark sind, Sergeant, but please let me help." He said as he started disinfecting the laceration.