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Blood typing. The lesson that made Adrien wish he was still home schooled. He hated the sight of blood. The sight, and the smell. It made him sick. He didn't even know schools did stuff like that. When the teacher announced what they were doing, Adrien turned as white as a sheet.
The blood typing cards were handed out, and it seemed like everyone else had already started by the time Adrien started moving again. He hadn't noticed that he had been as still as a stone. He felt dizzy first, before he even noticed the smell of blood. The room was spinning, and he felt like he was going to vomit. He placed his head down on the table.
"Mrs. M. Adrien is looking sick." Nino pointed out, trying to look out for his best friend.
"Adrien, go see the nurse, I don't want you to be sick over everything." The teacher said, her voice harsh.
"I'm not sure I can walk," Adrien sounded very weak, and the teacher sighed. Marinette saw Chloe's mouth open, and decided to speak up.
"I'll take him, Mrs. M." Marinette said from behind Adrien. Adrien smiled when he heard Marinette volunteer to assist.
"Thank you, Marinette. Now everyone else, get back to it." The teacher said.
Marinette propped the pale model up on her shoulders. They left the classroom and headed for the nurse's office. The fresh air surrounded them, and Adrien's face regained some color. Marinette set at Adrien down on a bench, and sat down next to him.
"Thank you, Marinette." Adrien said, the more fresh air he breathed, the less the world was spinning.
"N-No Problem A-Adrien." Marinette said, blushing crimson.
"This is embarrassing. I've always been sick when I smell blood. I don't know why." Adrien said, a blush on his face.
"It's not embarrassing. I have things like that. I get really sick when I smell certain types of cheese, actually. I'd say mine is worse than yours."
"What types of cheese?"
"Blue cheese, limburger… most stinky types of cheese."
"I think anyone would be sick smelling those types of cheese."
"I use to get sick whenever I smelled Camembert. But now… for some reason… It's changed." Marinette smiled when she saw the bright smile on Adrien's face.
"You know, you are good at helping people."
"Thank you, I try my best."
"I was just thinking, after school, would you like to play Ultimate Mecha Strike 3. I'm still determined to beat you."
"You're on. Meet me at my house after school."
"I'm looking forward to it, Marinette."
