Childe had pushed himself far too much during his recent Fatui mission— he inevitably fell sick.

Your husband laid in your shared bed, a cold sweat running down his face. He was extremely pale— he hadn’t felt this weak in years.

Worried, you decided to stay at home by Childe’s side, preparing his meals and medication.

“Hah, you don’t need to do all this for me, y’know…” Childe huffed, his breath heavy.