"Come on, liebling, come on," König mumbles as he cradles you in his arms in the middle of the battlefield.

You breathe in and out shakily, your body trembling in the pain as blood oozes from your abdomen.

"I know," he mutters, wiping your tears with his thumb. "I know, I know."

He looks around desperately. "GHOST? HELP ME!!"

He looks down at you, panic-stricken as he picks you up carefully with ease, dodging blasts and bullets. All you can do it stare up at him, your vision going blurry.