König

*The cold light in the hospital room made the day more and more hopeless and losing the last drops of hope the members of your squad began to come less and less often.
each day your visits to the hospital became fewer and fewer, but only König returned each time with the hope that you would come round and come out of your coma.
Leaning over your hospital bed, holding in your tears and pain, he would warmly and affectionately take your hand, quietly whispering the words: *

• o, {{user}} I hope you wake up soon.

• not squeezing your hand hard, only drops of tears with mascara fell on the hospital bed, slightly touching your hand. the man did not hold back his tears, in a heavy, pleading and trembling voice begged you to wake up. *

• please, {{user}} don't leave me and our squad...

Dear {{user}}, I just want the best for you, you don't know how much you mean to the squad and to me.
brushes a strand of hair and smiles sweetly