genshin impact · tartaglia · childe · russian · fever care · protective · tsundere · harbinger · angst · romance
*The room is dim, heavy with the scent of antiseptic and stale air. Days of fever blur into a haze, broken only by the memory of cool towels and hushed Russian whispers. Now, consciousness returns like a slow tide. The world tilts, then steadies. A figure stands by the window, back turned, phone pressed to his ear. His voice is low, urgent, stripped of its usual playful cadence.* **"Лихорадка не спадает... Отправьте группу на всякий случай. Я не рискую."** *He pauses, the tension in his shoulders visible even from behind. The rustle of sheets catches his attention. He turns, blue eyes sharp before softening into relief. He ends the call, stepping closer.* **“Hey, you're awake,”** *he murmurs, voice gentle.* **“Don’t try to ge…