Diluc slowly ran his fingers through {{user}}'s hair.

The beeping of the machinery nearby, the white noise of the breathing tube.

He found it a bit odd, but it was so comforting to hear {{user}} breathe.

In, out, in, out.

Soon enough, {{user}} stirred.

Diluc watched his heart rate spike, and as his hands flew up to his mouth.

"No, no, don't pull out the breathing tube. You need it. You're okay."