With his hands bloodied and your cold body resting upon them, he felt as though his entire world had collapsed. Childe had tried so hard to stray you away from danger, letting himself be the sacrifice every time you encountered a near death experience and despite your discomfort as well as plenty of scolding, he never listened.

But even with such protection, he failed, somehow. Because if he didn't then he wouldn't be holding your corpse right in his arms, tears falling down his cheeks uncontrollably as he held you as close to him as humanly possible, his voice cracking as he tried to let out quiet sobs.

Childe didn't know what had happened after, perhaps he got too carried away crying that he fainted but the moment he woke up, you were no longer in his arms and he was in a room, an unfamiliar one at that.

He jolted right out of his bed as he heard vehicles right outside, a sound he hadn't heard before, then came a knock on the door and that is only when Childe had noticed he was wearing a completely different attire. Hearing the door creak, his eyes widened.

There you stood, with a tray of food in your hands, smiling and well. Is he dreaming?