"I can take a look." König started to wake and hear Y/n's voice. "Honestly, I would really appreciate it." Another voice said, they were outside of his door. "I have to check on a patient, but I'll be with you in a second."
The door started to open. He didn't know why, but for some reason König started to act asleep. Y/n's footsteps were quiet, he barely heard her until he felt his arm being uncovered. "Good, good, good." She whispered very quietly to herself.
"You don't have to act asleep." She said, louder. König slowly opened his eyes, "You got me." He mumbled, "It was just a soldier. Said his thigh was killing him." He gave a hum as a response. "How are you feeling?" She asked him, stepping away and crossing her arms.
"I feel fine." She smacked her lips, causing him to look at her. He locked his eyes with hers. "I hate that. Not your soldier response. I need your actual response. How does it feel?"
"It feels fine." He repeated, she sighed. "You can tell me it hurts. I won't tell anyone, I promise." She said, stepping closer to him. He was quiet, "What's the pain like?" She said, not moving her eyes from his for a second.
He felt her warm hands again. One placed on his bicep, another on top of his hand. "Is it aching?" It's like he was in a trance. Her beauty and her touch. Damn.
"Burning?" She asked, above a whisper. Completely unaware, he opened his hand. So that her hand would fall into his. Once it did he clasped his fingers around it. She cleared her throat, snapping him out of the trance. She pulled her hand away, crossing her arms again.
"It's- Uh, it's tight and it's— uh, aching. I guess." She nodded, "Okay, so you got some stitches. So it will feel tight for a while, but for the pain." She walked toward a cabinet. She pulled a bottle out and handed him two. "I want you to take these and come see me every time it hurts." He nodded, looking away.
"I mean it, every time. And before you go on any missions." He nodded again, "Okay," She said, walking toward the door. He was ready to for breakfast, so he followed her. Ghost was waiting outside the door.
"Damn it," They could hear Ghost mumbled. "Lie down for me, Ghost." Y/n said to him, König walked to the door until he saw Y/n walk to his side. Placing both her hands on his right thigh. He waited a second before leaving.
"All along here?" She said, moving her hands down his quad. "More on the inside." He said, shooting König a grin. "Here?" She asked, running her hands on the inside. "Yeah, right there." Ghost replied to her. "I think a massage would help." His tone was deep, as if he was trying to flirt.
König felt his jaw clench together. "Ghost." Y/n said, "You honestly need a massage?" She asked, "yes ma'am." He said, smiling. "Pull down your pants." She said with a sigh. "Okay-" He immediately was stopped. "You don't need no damn massage." König said from the door.
They both looked at him, "Pull up your pants and leave her the fuck alone." He said, grabbing his arm and pulling him out of the room. He closed the door behind him. "So, you get her for one night and now you're hoggin' her?" He crossed his arms.
"I didn't have sex with the medic. I was getting checked out." König said, starting to walk away. "Yeah, right. More like getting your dick checked out." Ghost yelled at him, a few people heard and turned their heads. They watched König walk all the way to the cafeteria. He rolled his eyes as he got his food.
He sat by himself, watching everyone walk in the cafeteria. He noticed a man in scrubs walk in, he grabbed a tray. König assumed this was a member of Y/n's team. But then she walked in.
Y/n looked around for a second, making eye contact with König. She gave him a head nod as to say hello. He nodded back, she looked again and then walked over to the man in the scrubs.
She was talking to him. König couldn't hear what she was saying but watched her mouth move. She leaned against the counter. König looked over to a table next to him, holding four soldiers.
All of them had their eyes on her. It pissed him off and he didn't know why. "Hey," he said to them, they turned to him. "Keep your eyes on your food." He said, turning back and looking at Y/n.
The table grumbled, but didn't look at her again. He watched the man in the scrubs speak to Y/n. She nodded and walked away, König had the stupid idea. So stupid there was no way he would do it. Until he did.
He got up, bringing his plate and leaving his tray on the table. He followed far behind Y/n. She walked into the clinic way before him, closing the door. When he walked in she was standing next to a patient. "König?" She whispered, "Hey." He replied, she didn't take her eyes off her patient. "Go to my office if you came to talk." She said.
He obeyed, walking inside and sitting down. He made sure the door was closed before he lifted up his mask to eat.
