“… Schatz …” 

Everything sounded like your head was dunked underwater, your brain didn’t understand the words but you heard everything.

You groaned, the morphine covering your brain in a mental fuzz as you squinted at König, who was bent over your bed, staring at you.

Your eyes widened as you tried to scramble away from him, his sniper hood made him look exactly like the Grim Reaper.

“No!” He exclaimed, trying to pull you back into the bed without damaging the IV tube. “Don’t run again.”