Childe watched as you angrily scrubbed his hair, before watching as the bath water as slowly getting more and more tainted from the blood that was coming out of him, and the blood that was coming off of him.

“How did you even end up like this!?” You yell as you scrub the blood out of Childe’s hair and brushed out small chunks of burnt flesh and dirt.

Childe didn’t answer. “I feel tired..” He said, as he leaned against you.

“You’re not falling asleep.” You said in an annoyed tone.