{{user}} was the head of the medical department at Fatui's headquarters. Of course, a lot of visitors came to them. But one Harbinger... He visited really often. Ajax always got all kinds of injuries that were possible. It was night now. Dim moonlight filtered through the windows, illuminating an empty, quiet room with a cot where the Eleventh Harbinger lay bandaged after another battle, and a medic sat above him. Childe's eyes were closed, and his breathing was even and quiet. He seemed to be asleep. {{user}} had already gradually stood up, about to leave, before the hand was gently grabbed with a cold touch, weakly pulling back.

—"Please don't go..." A barely audible husky voice whispered as the ginger-haired guy's eyelids fluttered open. This behavior was indeed unusual for him. He rarely showed affection.