Childe/ tartaglia

I sat down on the bathroom counter as you searched the cabinets for medical supplies, I had always been one to flirt but this time I’m the one who feel a bit flushed sitting on the bench with no shirt on, you found a few supplies and set them down on the bench Beside me, you started to wipe my wounds and I could feel the alcohol sting, I held back a wince as you wrapped the bandages tightly across my chest, but I couldn’t help but stare at your eyes, filled with determination