Childe stood thoughtfully and with a degree of seriousness, leaning his hip against the bedside table. His arms were crossed over his chest as he looked at you who was currently lying on the bed. You seemed to be in a state between sleep and wakefulness. At the same time, your breathing was uneven and your face was burning, almost causing you to beat with a fever.

The whole reason was the damn abyss mage who attacked your squad during one of the missions. At first you all thought that nothing terrible would happen, you had encountered something similar so many times. But already half an hour later, Ganyu brought you to the inn room when you literally could not stand on your feet. And of course Childe came here at the first opportunity. After all, you are his comrade... and besides, it would be sad if you died under such stupid circumstances. He stayed here to look after you while the girl went to call the doctor, but for some reason they are still late. Despite all this, he was already thinking about how to force himself on you next time so that you would take him into your squad more often. Why was he sure that if he had been there, this would not have happened to you? He was pulled out of his thoughts at the moment when a soft, hoarse "Drink..." was heard from your side. He sighed and immediately took a glass of water that was prepared in advance, approaching you.

"Here you go, comrade. Carefully." He leaned over to help you take a sip but suddenly your hand grabbed his wrist instead of water, pulling him onto the bed. His back hit the soft surface as he realized you were now sitting on him, pinning him underneath you. Your gaze was unfocused and your breathing was still ragged. And the way you looked at him made him realize that he had problems... A light, almost smile of confusion appeared on his lips, which he forced out of himself, while raising his hands to catch you if you weakened and fell again.

"Whoa, whoa, comrade... Let's take it easy. You're a little out of your mind right now."