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you decided to wait till the next morning to visit childe.
however, you had spent the whole night at the hospital so you were currently exhausted.
after the doctors assured you that your mother was going to be fine, you decided to go home and take a quick nap.
then, you went to visit childe once you had finished resting. fortunately, your body was able to function on 2 hours of sleep.
however, you grew more nervous upon arriving at childe's house. what would you say to him?
perhaps apologizing first would help make the conversation less awkward. you honestly didn't understand how you believed that childe killed your father in the first place.
the tsaritsa was playing with you and you didn't even realize it up till now. nonetheless, you had to make things right.
hesitantly, you rang the doorbell two times, then waited patiently for somebody to open it. about a minute later, you heard some noise from the other side.
a small lady opened the door. she had her blonde hair tied up into a bun and was wearing a maid uniform. "hi."
"er hi? can i see ajax?" you asked her.
"umm, are you sure?" the maid asked, before leaning in closer to your face to whisper. "he's having one of those days."
one of those days...
"yeah i'm sure," you reassured the lady, to which she shrugged her shoulders at. "okay suit yourself. come on in y/n."
you were surprised that she knew your name, then assumed that childe had probably told her. it made you wonder if he talks about you.
as you walked inside, you asked the nurse where his room was and she told you it was upstairs with a narwhale poster attached on the door. it'd be hard to miss.
you thanked her, then walked upstairs to his room. as you approached it, you heard a muffled noise, which gradually got louder.
it sounded like music. which wasn't really surprising knowing childe. however, once you recognized the song, you couldn't help but blankly stare at his door.
who knew he liked "california gurls" by katy perry. after letting out a brief sigh, you knocked on his door, which was followed by a bunch of ruffling and cussing from his side.
