Savior (Childe x Medic Reader)

Chapter 6

Tartaglia's breath stopped and he stood almost frozen for a second. As if a single breath might disrupt Celestia and he'd wake up to find you were just a dream once more. A mere mirage or figment of his desperate mind pleading to find you. But as he watched a look of recognition wash over your face he knew. He knew his sweet savior was really, truly standing in front of him. Your voice was even more exquisite than he remembered.

"I've finally found you."

His voice was just barely above a whisper as he moved in closer to place a hand on your cheek. He wanted to engrave your features into his memory. The once hazy metal image of what he could recall from his feverish state now was full of detail. From your bright eyes, filled with light, to your nose, lips, and cheeks, Tartaglia would remember every part of the face of the woman who'd saved his life. Your hand came up to grasp his and he noticed the cast. He softly caught your hand turning it to get a better look.

"What happened here?" Tartaglia ran the pad of his index finger slowly along the bandage. It hurt him inside to know that you were hurt.

"O-Oh, I broke it during the avalanche. But it's almost healed now." Your soft reply came and Tartaglia was struck once again by your kindness.

You had pulled him out of the snow and ice of Dragonspine, tended to him and hand fed him, then brought him back to Mondstadt, all with a broken wrist. It must have been incredibly painful, not to mention difficult, but you had done it all for him. Tartaglia couldn't help the smile that rose to his cheeks. You must have been sent from Celestia to be so sweet to a man like him; A man steeped in the dark side of Snezhnaya, who gains pleasure out of thoroughly beating his enemies in battle. Your melodic voice pulled him from his thoughts again.

"Excuse me, I don't mean to be rude, but I haven't gotten your name...." Your voice trailed off as you addressed him. That's right. He hadn't even introduced himself.

"Ah, my apologies. I am Number Eleventh of the Fatui Harbingers, Tartaglia, but you can call me Childe." Tartaglia gave you a soft grin.

Just then the door to Northland Bank opened and a petite woman with chin length blonde hair stepped out. She stopped when she saw Tartaglia and looked back to his savior before fixing a stern gaze at him.

"Who exactly are you? And what do you think you're doing?"

........

You were in complete shock. Honestly you assumed you'd never see him again, but now you had. And your suspicions had been confirmed,

"I am Number Eleven of the Fatui Harbingers, Tartaglia."

He seemed so happy to see you. Archons, the first thing he said was,

"I've finally found you."

He had been searching for you! Have you done something wrong? He didn't seem mad but with the Fatui one could never tell. You finally snapped out of your thoughts when Anya exited the Northland Bank.

"Who exactly are you? And what do you think you're doing?" Anya spoke with suspicion resting her hands on her hips as she eyed Tartaglia. You turned to Anya ready to explain when you noticed the glare she had fixed on Tartaglia. Oh no this could get really bad really quickly.

"Anya! Um this is Childe, he's the man that I found in the avalanche and treated in Mondstadt. And Childe, this is Anya. She's a fellow researcher at the Akademiya and a good friend of mine. We're here for her research into the Archon Wars....." Your voice trailed off as the two became locked in a staring match. Even after your hasty introduction the two seemed to be sizing each other up before Tartaglia finally broke the silence.