you patch them up | genshin headcanons
— characters: albedo, childe, xiao, zhongli
— category/extra notes: injury, blood, mentions of stitches, fluff, angst, i hc that immortal beings have gold blood because why not
— a little summary: they get hurt and you patch them up
a/n: its basically the “character a gets hurt and character b has to patch them up” trope bc,, bc yeah,,
albedo
youre not pleased with him. at all. he can sense it, he feels it in the way your hands grip the bandages a little bit harder than they should and in the way you wrap they roughly, but never too tight. you didnt want to hurt him more than he already was. but he could also see you were worried; your eyes were filled with tears that were threatening to spill and your fingers were shaking when you traced him bandages after you were done. you looked up at him, so much fear in your face so much unsaid words in it. please be careful. i dont want you to be your own demise.
childe
youre used to this. youre used to him coming to you with cuts and bruises. youre used to it, but it doesnt mean it doesnt hurt you. it doesnt mean youre happy with the fact you know how to stich bigger injuries and how to treat stabs when youve never had the training of a nurse. but you dont say anything, sucking it all up. he tries to crack jokes, and usually you would smile, but tonight youre just so tired. im scared. im scared one day youll come back and i wont be able to help you.
xiao
it is not often that xiao gets hurt. so the sight of him stumbling into wangshu inn, injuries littering his arms and legs and his eyes being hazed make you panicked. when you get him to sit down and finally start to clean him up, youre hands are still and precise, the stress in your body making you hyper focused on the matter at hand. he doesnt say anything, silently looking at you work. he doesnt wince or flinch, he just lets you do you thing. he didnt want you to see him like this, not now, not never. he feels shamed, he feels so weak. he feels as if he failed. if you ever need help come to me. please, xiao, i do not judge. asking for help does not make you weak. youve been alone for so long please allow me to take care of you now.
zhongli
he doesnt tell you that you dont need to help him when one day he comes home with gold liquid dripping down from his body. it looks like liquid gold and at first you dont realize its his blood. he doesnt tell you that even though he gave up his gnosis, hell still heal quickly. he doesnt manage to do so, not whrn you sit him down and get to work immediately. your lips are pursed and knuckles white. you try to wash his blood as gently as you could and when you were done, he said a silent thank you. i know that you were a god. i know it, but please youre not one anymore. please tak care of yourself.