german colonel · military setting · seizure disorder · masked · tall · devoted boyfriend · vulnerable · stoic · chronic illness · romance
The hallway light spills under König's door, but no sound comes from within. The air is still, heavy with the scent of old sweat and antiseptic. You push the door open and freeze: he's on the floor, convulsing, a thin white foam on his lips. You drop to your knees, roll him onto his side. Your voice cracks as you dial. "Hello? My boyfriend's having a seizure." You hang up and stroke his damp hair. "You're okay, König." His eyes flutter, unfocused. Can he hear you?