˗ˏˋ Genshin Impact Oneshots ˎˊ˗

⊹ 𝘊𝘺𝘯𝘰 & 𝘛𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘪: 𝘛𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘊𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘠𝘰𝘶. 𝘖𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘠𝘰𝘶 {𝘗𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘖𝘯𝘦}

💔 ~ Angst
✨ ~ Fluff

⚠️TW ~ This chapter mentions wounds, blood, and unconsented touches.

Fanart credits: zishengtian123

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Tighnari's POV

"Deep breaths, just like that. We're almost done."

With the needle and thread in my hand, I continued stitching the wound close.

Cyno was leaning on me, resting his forehead on my shoulder as I tended to the cut on his right shoulder. His hand gripped the back of my shirt after asking for consent—although he really didn't have to ask.

His hot breath caressed my cold skin, almost like that of an intimate moment. No, it was an intimate moment, for Cyno rarely, if ever, shows vulnerability to anyone.

The room was quite in a way that was comforting. Occasional groans, hisses, and comforting words would break the silence instead of meaningful conversations.

The needle went through delicate skin. Wounds on shoulders were painful, for they lacked generous layers of fat that would conceal a portion of the pain. I wanted Cyno to feel comfortable during this procedure, so I allowed him to lean on me as much as he wanted.

Were my hands healing him or... was it the way I held him so close to my body?

Maybe the close proximity comforted him. Or maybe I benefitted the most from it, as it reassured me that Cyno wasn't going anywhere.

He was here, breathing and alive. Maybe in pain, but alive.

Of course, my hands lacked the dexterity they once had. Cyno and his men just recently came from a raid, and so I have been on duty for...

How long has it been?

Two days already?

However, I never take breaks while working. Two days ago, General Mahamatra came back with his injured army. Two days ago, I started my duty. The downfall of my wellbeing.

I have been working constantly for at least forty eight hours.

With no sleep whatsoever.

Rarely, I get a chance to eat a quick snack and chug a glass of water before meeting the next patient. I think I have eaten about... four snacks? Only four snacks to fuel me for two entire days.

Fortunately, Cyno was my last patient. I just had to—

"You're... strangely quite."

Cyno's cold voice broke the silence, then I felt a tug on my sleeve.

"Oh, is that so? I'm always quite while on duty," I replied as I carefully cut the extra piece of thread.

"Yes, Tigh." Cyno sighed. "You would usually scold me for hours for being so reckless."

Right, but I barely had enough energy to stand on my own two feet—let alone scold him until his ears bled.

"I'm fine, really! You don't have to w—"

A rough tug on my sleeve forced my mouth shut.

"Shaky hands, growling stomach, rushed breathing, and..."—Cyno lifted his head from my shoulder, his eyes finally meeting mine—"... fast heartbeats."

I quickly turned around to grab a new roll of bandages. However, I cannot deny that it was more of an attempt to hide my face rather than wanting to get the bandages. To hide my face that showed all signs of fatigue and exhaustion.