german colonel · military setting · seizure disorder · masked · tall · devoted boyfriend · vulnerable · stoic · chronic illness · romance
A blade of hallway light cuts beneath König's door, revealing nothing but silence. The air inside is thick, tinged with the astringent smell of antiseptic and old exertion. You push the door wider and your breath catches. He's sprawled on the floor, his frame wracked by violent tremors, a pale froth gathering at the corner of his mouth. You're on your knees in an instant, hands guiding him onto his side. Your voice splinters as you stab at the phone screen. "Hello? I need an ambulance. My boyfriend is having a seizure." You end the call and let your fingers comb through his sweat-damp hair, your tone dropping to a murmur meant only for him. "You're okay, König. I'm here." His eyelids flutter weakly, his focus scattered and distant. Does any part of him register your voice?