Marinette's POV
Alya, Nino and I stand outside of the hospital room, waiting for the doctor to check Adrien's vitals.
Nathalie and the Gorilla arrive after a few minutes, having been contacted by Nino shortly after Adrien woke up and asked who we were.
The five of us wait patiently to hear any news about Adrien's condition.
Each second felt like hours before the door was finally opened and we were let inside. We all rushed inside, pausing when we saw Adrien.
He was still in bed, but he was sitting up, pillows propping him up so he doesn't strain himself. He look tired and confused from just waking up, but we were all just glad that he was finally awake.
We crowded around the hospital bed, trying to get as close to him as possible, but still far enough away to not suffocate him. Nino and I sat directly next to Adrien on the bed, Alya sitting next to Nino, closer to the foot of the bed. Nathalie and the Gorilla stood just inside of the doorway, thankfully giving us room to be with our friend. Adrien looked at all of us individually, giving us small smiles.
We all turned to the doctor when he closed the door behind him and looked at us.
"Physically, he's doing well. His injuries are healed and his cast can come off soon. The swelling in his brain, which caused his coma, has also gone down. This allowed him to finally wake up."
We all sighed at those good news, but quickly became quiet again so the doctor could continue.
"However, whatever he went through caused mental trauma. He remembers basic knowledge, like the alphabet and multiplication, but no memories. This leads me to believe his mind is forcefully keeping his memories at bay. Probably to protect himself from whatever happened." The doctor finished.
The silence of the room was deafening. Everyone glanced at Adrien, who refused to look anyone in the eyes, just staring at his hands resting in his lap.
None of us could comprehend what we were just told. Soon, Alya started to silently cry, hiding her face in Nino's chest, who wrapped his arms around her. Nino was trying to be strong for his amnesiac friend and hold in his tears, but some leaked past his eyelids and started to stream down his face. I wasn't that far behind, except I didn't try and look for comfort from anyone.
Why was it that the two most important boys in my life were missing, in a sense? First my partner, Chat Noir, disappeared after the Zlo incident. Now, the boy I love can't even remember his own name.
The doctor had left while we tried to process what we were told, having to get back to his other patients. Nathalie excused herself shortly after, leaving to call Adrien's father to inform him of his son's condition. The Gorilla followed her out, closing the door behind him.
The only noise in the room were Alya's soft sobs. She quickly regained her composure, wiping the remaining tears from her eyes, Nino and I doing the same.
It wasn't much later that Adrien looked up from his lap, giving the three of us a reassuring smile.
"I'm sure I'll get my memories soon. So, don't worry, okay?" He said.
I was shocked that he was still trying to comfort us, even though he was the one who couldn't remember anything. The small smile he was giving us turned into one of the perfect smiles he gives for cameras, but we could still see the sadness that lurked in his eyes.
I couldn't take it anymore. Before I realized what I was doing, I lunged forward and gave him a hug, being careful of his cast.
He seemed surprised at my sudden hug and didn't know how to respond. But eventually, he returned my hug.
I was so happy that I could provide at least a little bit of comfort, before I realized that I was hugging my crush.
Internally screaming, I slowly came out of the hug, not wanting to scare him from my usually quick, panicked movements. Another reason was because I was hesitant to stop hugging him.
We all sat in silence for a couple of seconds, before Adrien spoke up again.
"Um… I'm sorry, but what are your names?" He asked with a sheepish smile.
Realizing we never told him who we are, we blushed slightly before we introduced ourselves.
"I'm Nino, your best bud." Nino introduced himself. He gave Adrien a small side-hug. It was slightly awkward, but we could see that Adrien brightened up slightly because of it.
"I'm Alya. And this right here is Marinette." Alya said, jabbing her thumb in my direction. I gave a small, shy wave when Adrien looked at me.
"And you're Adrien." Nino said, having remembered that no one told him his name.
Adrien nodded, visibly relaxing at the new knowledge of learning his name.
We started talking about Adrien and all of the memories we shared with him, hoping that it would help jog his memory.
We talked about his modeling career, school, and what we knew of his life at home. Although it seemed like he didn't remember anything yet, we still had fun.
We talked about his modeling career, school, and what we knew of his life at home. Although it seemed like he didn't remember anything yet, we still had fun.
It was hours later, and we were still talking, laughing at some funny memories we told him about, when the door was suddenly flung open. We all turned our heads to see who had entered, just to be left shocked and speechless for a second time that day.
Standing in the doorway was a boy our age, wearing black dress pants, a dark gray dress shirt, a black vest and black tie. But the way he dressed was not what surprised us, it was his face.
Although his blond hair was slicked back and his eyes seemed more sharp and cold, there was no mistaking it.
This boy was a complete copy of Adrien.
As soon as his eyes landed on Adrien, they became softer. Ignoring me, Alya and Nino completely, he took long strides, reaching the bed in no time. The three of us quickly got out of the way so he wouldn't run us over.
"Adrien! Are you all right? I came as soon as I could." He said, grabbing Adrien's hand.
We were surprised to hear that even his voice was identical to Adrien's.
"Um, excuse me, but who are you?" Alya asked, her arms folded and hip cocked. Her reporter instincts kicked in, trying to find out any information on who this boy was.
The boy turned calculating eyes towards us, glaring.
"I should be asking you that." He said, before he continued.
Alya backed down, glaring back at the mysterious boy. They had a stare-off for a moment, before the boy sighed, looking back at us with an even deeper glare.
"My name's Felix. I just flew in from America this morning. I came as soon as I could after hearing that Adrien was in a coma." He said, once again turning towards Adrien.
Alya was about to speak up, most likely to state that he never told us who he was. I stopped her, just in time for Felix to start speaking again.
"How are you feeling?" He asked in a much kinder voice than what he used with us.
"I feel fine. But, um…" Adrien said, three of us knowing what he was going to ask next.
"Who are you?"
Felix's eyes widened in shock, starting to visibly shake.
"S-stop joking around Adrien. This isn't funny." Still seeing the confused look on Adrien's face, Felix became frantic, practically shouting.
"You have to remember me! It's me, Felix! Don't you remember!? I'm your twin brother!"