Fuckass... || ChiScara

11.

As I reached the ground, I sprinted to what I can only imagine is Childe's fucking corpse, tears barely not forming in my eyes. He was on his side with blood beginning to spill around him. Some skin likely split from the impact as well as not fully healed wounds opening. I got to my knees, shaking his shoulders as I spoke, my voice cracking slightly in fear, desperation and my best attempts not to cry.

"Why the fuck?? Why the fuck would you jump after me without a glider??" - Scaramouche

I watched his dead blue eyes flutter open after a few moments, almost like he was either thinking, or coming to after being knocked out from the fall. The blue eyes stared blankly at me, looking somewhat glossed over as if these were his final moments.

"S-simple answer..." - Childe

Childe's face contorted in pain and his eyes squeezed shut, wincing as he tried to sit up, only to fall back down after a moment of trying. Gasping slightly and coughing, surprisingly not bringing up any blood.

"I couldn't just... just let you fall..." - Childe

His voice was so hoarse, it was making me panic more. I need to get him some help. The closest place I can get to is Mondstadt City. It's at the risk of seeing Mona again, but I don't care, I need to make sure Childe is okay.

"How the fuck did you plan on saving me with no glider?" - Scaramouche

With a big heaving sigh I shook my head. I can't carry the idiot to the city, he's too big so I caressed his cheek slightly, though while glaring.

"Fucking idiot. I'll be right back. Stay still and alive, because I'm going to get help." - Scaramouche

Maybe I can get someone like the knights to help carry him back to get some medical help. Either that or I'll order some of the lower fatui members there to help, they'll have to listen to me. Not like they're doing anything more useful anyway. The idiots are just standing around doing nothing.

"Alright..." - Childe

The edges of his mouth somehow pulled up slightly into a smile and his eyelids relaxed as he lay still, which only urged me to go quicker. So off I sprinted, desperately trying to get help for the ginger who would likely die if left for too long. I know he's strong and all, but the drop from the peak of Starsnatch cliff, it's just too ridiculously high.

--Skip to when Childe has gotten to a hospital of some sort--

I sat on a chair beside his bed, staring quietly at the monitor showing his heart rate. I couldn't bear looking at his barely moving body, just the shallow breaths forced by a ventilator and bandages covering him, he still has yet to get surgery for the several broken ribs, right ulna (one of the arm bones) and left ankle. The doctors had decided he should stabilise properly before going in for that, and had also informed me that he had gotten mild brain damage. I'm surprised it's only mild. That idiot shouldn't have jumped after me.

I saw movement in the corner of my eye as the ginger came to and immediately tried to sit up, but failed with a hiss of pain. He hadn't been able to look around to see me yet so instead I heard his faint voice call out.

"Scara...?" - Childe

I seriously hate seeing him like this. It's my fault he's hurt this badly. It was my stupid attempt at scaring him that caused him to jump off the cliff. So after a shaky sigh I placed my hand on top of Childe's left one which had ended up resting on his stomach after the attempt at getting up.

"I'm right here, dumbass." - Scaramouche

Somehow I managed to keep it together and used a harsh tone, mostly in order to keep myself from breaking down. Once I let my eyes rest on him again, I just couldn't pull them away, no matter how much I hate seeing the condition I left him in. So instead of pulling my eyes away by turning, I just squeezed them shut tightly, at the same time preventing the tears that were threatening to spill out from showing themselves. But then I felt his hand move from underneath mine, intertwining our fingers together.

"So- So you do care." - Childe

He coughed slightly while talking, but his mouth turned up into a smirk, that fucking tease.

"Nope. I will leave if you're going to keep being a prick." - Scaramouche

Even still, I couldn't bring myself to make any attempt to pull my hand away, not even just faking it to go along with my words. Instead I squeezed his hand gently, sighing lightly as I did. Putting on a tough voice again, I asked the question I had already asked previously again.

"What were you even thinking when you jumped after me?" - Scaramouche

"I told you already. I couldn't let you fall. The Tsaritsa would kill me." - Childe

This is really what we're going with? I pulled a face that clearly said "really?" Because for one, it's not like I'd die or anything, I'm a fucking puppet, I'm not about to die unless Raiden does something. Two, the Tsaritsa wouldn't kill Tartaglia because I jumped off a cliff and he didn't jump off too.

"I can't die. Not by falling off a fucking cliff at least. You were really fucking lucky to survive that you know, you fuckwit." - Scaramouche

I sighed, shaking my head, yeah, him jumping off the cliff after me was so fucking stupid. Though, in a way, it was kinda sweet in a horrible way. He'd risked his own life, in order to try and save me, though without any way to even do anything, but still.

"Now you're going to be out of commission for ages. And I won't be able to cuddle you without worrying about you, especially your ribs." - Scaramouche

I grumbled the last part about not being able to cuddle him, it'd probably be barely audible but knowing him, he'd probably still understand.

"Take a breather. Don't worry about my fucked up ribs. Hell, you can get in bed with me right now." - Childe

His arms opened up to let me in with him and right into a cuddle, it was so, so tempting, I want to feel the warmth of his arms around me and listen to his heartbeat with my head on his chest. But I can't.

"Not worried about your stupid ribs. There's no way I'm getting in bed with you right fucking now though. You're on a fucking ventilator." - Scaramouche

I crossed my arms, shaking my head as I did so with a huff, basically holding myself back from getting in with him and burying my face in the crook of his neck. 

"Just- Just not a chance. I'm never getting in bed with you. Not until you're at least a week into healing." - Scaramouche

I once again said the last bit so quiet that it's barely understandable, making him give a shitty attempt at laughing, though the ventilator made it hard I assume. The weird sound that came out made me laugh slightly as well, before sitting down on the bed next to him.

"I'll sit here instead of on the chair, but that's all. Since you want me in bed with you so badly." - Scaramouche

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Author <3: There we go, I hope that wasn't too bad! Also hope you all like it. Thanks for 426 reads!!