One day, while you were hanging out at a cafe with him, he coughed but hurriedly covered his mouth. He asked where the restroom was, and ran there, leaving petals on the floor.. You became concerned, and ran after him, you knocked on the door, hoping for an answer. Nothing. You opened the door slowly to reveal.. Childe. On the ground. Unconscious. Petals and blood surrounded him, supposedly making a puddle of it. He was holding a picture of someone..