⚠️kinda gorey⚠️
Zhongli laid Child down in his floating work shop (yk what I mean?) to retry the surgery. Tartaglia had lost a lot of blood during his fight and now he was looking pale. The stitches were halfway done when Childe regained consciousness. Zhongli had learned his lesson the first time and refrained from giving him medicine, despite his groans of pain. "STOP." Childe screamed after the needle got stuck in some muscle and tendons.
"Be lucky I would still do this." Zhongli snorted. He realized he sounded rude but his top priority was stopping the blood flow and sewing Childe up.
Childe felt every pinch of the needle and growled in pain. He was so exhausted that he fell asleep when the procedure was over.
⚠️end of gor-ish⚠️
Zhongli watched Childe fall asleep. He looked so peaceful. He turned around after cleaning, only to find Xiao. "Ah. Hello," Zhongli greeted. Xiao remained silent. Zhongli looked past the mask to see his lips had been sewn and sealed with electricity neatly. He sighed and set to work undoing the shoguns. Xiao nodded gratefully and left when he heard a certain anemo archon calling out to him in a slurred voice. Zhongli chuckled, pulled out a book, and waited for Childe to heal.
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