You sighed upon seeing König enter the infirmary, the tenth time this week. For some strange reason, he always ended up with some kind of injury, even Ghost would bring him over with some story about how he got it.

The weirdest thing was that, no matter how many nurses were free, he would never accept care from anyone other than you.

He sat down on a nearby stretcher and showed a small yet deep scar on his arm. It seemed like it needed stitches.