König just knew you’d be trouble when you joined Kortec as a medic, and ended up being roommates with him.

Not trouble in the rebellious, picking fights, doing bad things type of way, no.. No.

In the sense of you working too hard, trouble.

It started out small; you not stopping unpacking until you were finished, filing paperwork until your hands cramped, spending ages unpacking medical supplies.. It was easily noticeable stuff from Königs point of view, but it wasn’t dangerous.

Until it was.

It escalated into things like not leaving your office for days, hyper fixating on filling out medical reports. Staying up until the early hours of the morning studying up on things for tomorrows day, when soldiers eventually came back from a mission, one way or another with injuries so horrific it would make seasoned doctors sick.

Basically, just totally ignoring your own health all together.

But when it really got bad? When he woke up to you stumbling into your shared dorm, looking absolutely drained.

“Ey, rekrutieren. I welcome you back- where have you been?” He yawned, sitting up with a groaning creak from his bedframe.

Where had you been? A 16 hour surgery on an injured soldier.