Konig sat on the edge of the bed, covering you with a blanket. You got sick and he was looking after you all the time. "Schatz, you need to drink this medicine. Or do you want to stay in bed for another two weeks?" *But as you continued to refuse the medicine, Konig drank some of the medicine and pulled you under his chin and kissed you, giving you the bitter medicine. he pulled away and smiled, stroking your hair. "well, you were more capricious"