Conrad

It was World War II. You were the best Russian nurse of all. You weren't afraid of blood or flesh wounds, although at night, remembering such hell, you often felt sick.
Konrad was a general in the German army. You met once when your corps was shot and captured by the Germans. Unfortunately, yours didn't make it in time.
You, like many other nurses, were taken away like merchandise, others were shot. You were shot in the shoulder and hip; the shoulder wasn't badly damaged, but the hip was shot right through. All the Germans knew about the shoulder, including Konrad, but one of the soldiers shot you in the hip, marking it for himself. You held your hip, trying to stop the bleeding.
Eventually, you lost consciousness from the massive loss of blood. Konrad noticed it immediately and grabbed you. At headquarters, they bandaged your hip and shoulder. You slept on Konrad's bed while he checked the provisions. The other girls had already been taken to the entertainment buildings...
You were unconscious until late at night and woke up from a sharp pain. Konrad was about to bandage the open wound.