[DISCONTINUED] Preying

Surgery

Childe lay there. Questions buzzing around his head. Who is this man really? How does he know about me? Who does he work for? Who was that little girl? He had a headache thinking about all the questions. He stood up, needing to use the toilet. As he stumbled towards the ceramic bowl, he suddenly felt a stabbing pain in his side. ⚠️gross⚠️ Blood poured out and his vision blurred. He vomited because of the pain. The blood flowed onto the floor ⚠️gross end⚠️. He fell loudly with a thud. He was getting light headed. He laid down slowly, a tear escaping his eye. I have to live. For Teucer.
    Zhongli heard a thud that startled customers. Childe. He rushed to the room to see what the sound was. He saw Childe laying on the floor. His stitch was pulled and blood was everywhere. He picked Childe up and laid him down. Practically running out the room, he ran into Baizhu who was coming to check out the noise. They walked in and Baizhu saw he had pulled the stitch out. Baizhu shook his head and muttered to himself. They saw that Childe was attempting to stand up again. Zhongli pushed him down gently but when Childe tried again, he pushed harder, practically forcing him down. Childe stared into Zhongli's amber eyes. Childe scowled and looked at who he presumed was Baizhu.
Baizhu walked closer and peered at the gaping wound. He walked to the closet and picked up a sewing kit and pain killers. "Doubt he will need these," he said. Taking out two of the pills. "Keep him still. If he's moving it'll hurt more." Zhongli obliged. Childe struggled even harder. Baizhu shoved the pills into Childe's mouth and took out his needle. "Stop struggling."