[DISCONTINUED] Preying

Zhongli

    Childe opened his eyes to see he was in a small room equivalent in size to a bathroom. It was, in fact, a bathroom. He tried to sit up but winced, sharp pain going down his spine. He fell down with a gasp. "You're awake." He heard someone say. He looked to his left to see a man sitting absurdly close to him. He flinched away slightly. Blushing he looked away, hoping the man wouldn't notice. Although the man noticed, he kept to himself. He didn't want to embarrass the stranger any farther. "I made you some tea, stay in bed." He said. Tartaglia tried to speak but found his voice was practically gone. He was ashamed. The stranger left him alone, to drink his tea in peace. He could NOT fall in love. Especially not with a stranger.

    Two hours later, Childe's voice was feeling better. He looked over to the man, sitting quietly by his side and reading a book. He spoke, stumbling over his words because his voice was still injured. "Who a-are you-u?" Childe asked quietly. The man put his book down, careful to mark his page.
    "Ah sorry. My name is Zhongli. I apologize for not introducing myself to you earlier," Zhongli said, crossing his hands in his lap. "By the way why were you in that condition, Childe?"
Childe stared at the man, surprised to know the man knew his name. What else does he know about me? His blood went cold. Did he know about Teucer? Does he  know his real name. He was frozen in place. "How?" It was one of the only questions floating around his head. There was a thud as the door slid open. There stood a girl, around seven. She had lilac hair and neon magenta eyes.
"Baizhu says the medicine came in," she said quietly. Her eyes were lifeless as she looked at Childe. She left them there to complete other tasks.
Zhongli looked at Childe and smiled softly. "I must be going. Stay there. We wouldn't want you to get hurt anymore, would we?" He said. He left Childe alone and walked out the door.