You cried as you sat beside Childe, who's sleeping soundly on the hospital bed. You held his weak hand tightly and pray that he wakes up. It's only you, Childe, the news of a F1 racer crashed in a deadly way and your sobs as the background noise. Childe's hand moved slightly causing you to jump. He slowly opens his eyes, adjusting to the light and looks at you, confused on why you're holding him.

"Do I know you? I don't think we met before." He coughs weakly