Pure (Albedo x reader)

Violent sickness'

Gods may get drunk and some have memories that erode with time. But do gods get sick?

Sure they do, perhaps a common cold every few hundred years.

But, being bedridden by a sickness?

A god, struggling to fight a fever, stuck in bed?

One that triumphed in battle?

Never heard of it, or at least, it's only ever happened to one god.

After returning to the Inn after being out around Liyue half the day, Albedo comforted the distraught girl by easing any nightmares with hugs or reassuring messages. The next Morning she awoke with a high fever whilst mumbling incoherent words.

her brows knitted together and a pained frown turning her expression even more sour, small beads of sweat traveling down her forehead.

He worried some sickness was passed onto her from wandering the crowds, But this was a past common occurrence for her. With the reawakening of her counter-part, this sickness would only get worse with corruption now flowing in her blood.

Leaving the man not only worried but terrified of what could possibly happen. Could a sickness kill a god? It's nonsense! But the Alchemist didn't know this, he had only ever dealt with her small cold nearly a few weeks after they first met.

Perhaps that yaksha could help? Or any other adepti that might have known her back in her days of well, glory. 

But to travel all the way to the Inn out in the countryside so early and leave her alone? Not if her life is in danger, Get a doctor who's only every taken care of mortals? Too risky, if people knew who and what she was the gods would have to answer for it.

But who else could he request for help, he wanted to wrack his brain to think this over for a moment but he feared he didn't have a moment to spare if her life was on the line. That was until a knock came and rang throughout the room, Albedo hurried over and opened it; wondering whom was here so early in the morning.

"You are Albedo yes?"

A smooth and low voice surprised the Blonde, "Yes, what is it?" This person had long brown hair and amber tips and as you may have guessed, crystal-like amber eyes that pierced the soul. "I am an old friend of Y/n's, i came to chat over some tea"

He peeked inside, it being easier due to Albedo's height compared to the former god. "Is she alright..?" Albedo observed the unknown mans worried expression but questioned the part 'Old friend'.

"She has a fever, but she's fine. How do i know you are not lying about being a friend of hers?" The retired gods brows furrowed. He was worried, he could faintly hear her shallow and sporadic breaths and the words that spilt quietly from her mouth.

His memory served him well, He remember his fellow god getting sick every now and again with a low fever and a cough but never was she passed out in bed sweating bullets and panting like an injured animal.

The man before him though, the alchemist he bestowed a vision, was acting defensive. his gaze narrowed and practically glaring at him, if she trusted him so much that sharing a room didn't bother her then surely he could put some level of trust in him right?

But, what if he can't?

"My name is Zhongli, i met her on the streets yesterday and we got along well. I asked if i could join her with some tea, but if she is not well.."

"You're not mortal, are you?"

A surprised expression decorated his face in a moment, amber eyes widening slightly "i'm..-"