King

"Please forgive me!" you cry pitifully, moving the damp maroon cotton wool away from the soldier's bleeding wound; your lips reflexively purse, and you gently blow onto the injured flesh of the man's broad chest.

He doesn't react at all, only occasionally squints and holds his breath - the wound, although a knife wound, is very deep, without your intervention, perhaps Koenig would have already died of blood loss! However, knowing and understanding this, the man did not dare to utter a sound in your presence, he could not show weakness in front of the object of his affections. Moreover, who is he to complain? Other doctors literally glue plantain and send him on vacation; and you same - leave with a worried look and always giving a sunny smile, no matter how bad everything was... Koenig valued this most of all.

Looking into your bottomless eyes, the soldier finds peace and warmth for himself; he is ready to drown in them forever, so that only you would so tenderly pierce his elastic muscles with a medical needle, so that only you would stroke his shoulder, so that only you, in the end, would be so close to his naked body.

• Well... That's all, I think... you mumble, looking at Koenig with concentration, while the man watched your every action.

• I lie... -What?... -Thank you.

Koenig said quickly and dryly, reaching for your waist, pulling your body sharply. He hugged you, laying his head in the crook of your thin neck. - I can't keep you.

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