I wrote this as pain-relieving excursion, so please, be patient with me.

''Marinette! Marinette please wake up!" cried out the little red kwami. Her chosen didn't moved, didn't show any reaction. There was blood. So much blood. She snuggled to her cheek, trying to wake her up in vain. In the distant sirens could be heard. ''Please… Marinette…" She didn't want to part from her holder, didn't want to move from her still warm body at all. She wanted to stay there, to keep close and never let go. How could she let this happen. She didn't want this, she had to save her.

The sirens got closer with every second and she had to move. She couldn't be seen. But she didn't moved. Not an inch from the girl covered in blood. Slowly tears ran down on her cheeks as she whispered ''Marinette…"

She didn't move. Not when the sirens were just a few meters away. Not when the loud yelling about 'there is a girl right there' hit her ears. Not when the footsteps drew closer. She finally moved when a paramedic appeared right next to her chosen. She darted to her collar hiding from the eyes of the strangers rapidly increasing in number. She nuzzled to Marinette's neck, holding onto the weak pulsation her body was giving out. 'There is still hope' ran through her mind.

Tikki couldn't saw it, but she guessed the paramedics moved her holder to an ambulance and rushed with them to the nearest hospital. She hugged the girl's neck as tight as she could, and had hope as she could still feel to faint heartbeat. The people around them were shouting various things about 'close to wound', 'head injury as well' and 'stopping the blood-loss'. She shut them out, all the unnecessary voices. She kept her mind and ears clear from them to listen to the weak rhythm of her beloved holder's still beating heart.

''Don't give up girl, we are almost there!" said a male voice encouragingly. Even if the girl herself couldn't hear a thing.

The little red kwami felt movement again as they put her holder on a stretcher and rushed with her inside the building.

''We still couldn't stop the bleeding. She has a head injury as well, we need a cranial CT!"

Tikki felt as they ran across the hallway with them. Her little body was trembling with fear. Suddenly the stretcher came to a halt and the girl was placed to somewhere else.

''She has earrings, they have to go. Somebody, we need more type 0 blood!"

The kwami saw as they cut up her shirt and someone reached for her earrings to take them out. Her eyes widened, she had to protect the miraculous. As the person removed the jewelry and placed it to a metal table she followed it with her eyes and when nobody was looking in its way, she darted through the solid thing her holder was placed on and flew up straight to the miraculous. 'I have to protect them!'

She took them with her little paws, flew up and sat on a lamp. She peaked down from above and saw the enormous amount of blood again. She was trembling. She couldn't look. She didn't want to. But she had to. She had to see if Marinette was okay.

But she wasn't.

There was just too much blood. Inside the room people ran back and fort like poisoned mice. They were shouting things she didn't understand or couldn't concentrate on them. She saw as her chosen became paler with every minutes, the life slowly draining from her. The only indication that she was still alive was the heart monitors slow beeping, but it got slower as time went as well.

Tears welled up in her eyes. She couldn't do a thing. She wanted to feel her, to be with her. But she couldn't move from her post. They couldn't see her. They couldn't know. They shouldn't know that the girl lying on that table was the brave and selfless hero of this city. It wouldn't bring any good, it would only mean harm and danger.

In a swift motion they placed her on a stretcher again and rushed her to another room. She had to follow them. She couldn't let Marinette slip from her sight. Even if she felt extremely useless. She darted out again, but couldn't pass through things as she had to hold the earrings tightly. She flew through the still open metal door before it closed to a new room. It was different, but she had no time to look around, her eyes were glued to the girl.

She felt herself getting weaker with every minutes as well. She won't be able to remain in this form much longer.

Minutes seemed like hours.

Marinette was brought to another room again, and she faithfully followed her everywhere, but with fading power. It got better when they finally stopped and she could get closer to her holder. She flew into some furniture – she didn't pay attention what it was - next to her chosen, peaking out through a little gap, didn't give as much as a glance to where she was or her surroundings. Just the girl in front of her. The girl who was pale, and weak, and almost lifeless. Lying there. And she couldn't reach her. Not when so many people came in and out, checking her out in almost every minute, moving strange things around her.

Her huge indigo eyes were glued to Marinette's face. Her usually rosy cheeks now whiter than snow, huge dark circles around her eyes, bandages everywhere.

She wanted to reach out. Reach out so bad. But she couldn't. She had to remain where she was.

She didn't know when she passed out, but the next thing she saw when she opened her eyes were two familiar figure. They were wearing white masks and the woman was crying, carefully holding her daughter's hand.

''You can do it sweetheart, we're here for you. Stay with us!" said the bear like man seemingly struggling with his own tears as well. Tikki saw how much willpower it took him. He wanted to stay strong. For his daughter and for his wife.

She felt herself weak. Weaker with every minute. She tried to use as little power as she could. She held onto every tiny sparks of energy. She had to hold out. She had to stay with her. With her Marinette.

She must have passed out again, because the next thing she could remember were two other people. She recognized them as well. The girl with auburn hair muffled her sobs with her hands as the brown haired boy held her tight by her shoulders with his arm.

''Marinette…" she chocked out and started to sob harder. The boy stroked her arm reassuringly. Tikki never saw Alya this speechless before.

''It's alright. Everything will be alright." he was soothing her quietly.

The red kwami didn't know how much time passed after. She couldn't keep herself awake too long. Her power was leaking. Every now and then she opened her eyes to see new people in the room, but she didn't recognized any of them. They were all doctors or nurses in white or green. Everyone with a grieving expression. She didn't see Mari's parents or friends again.

Suddenly the heart monitor went flat, and an alarm shouted out loudly, signaling something went wrong, warning the staff. People rushed in, blocking Tikki's view to the girl. She crawled closer to the gap. 'Marinette…' She wanted to reach out. To reach her. Hold her close. Feel that she was still alive.

''She is bleeding inside!" everything else blurred out. People in white and green with serious or panicking faces shouting over each other went into white noise.

And then everything went quiet again. Tikki looked up, but couldn't find Marinette anymore. She was nowhere to be seen. Neither she nor the crowd that was buzzing there just a minute ago.

Everything was quiet.

She could barely move. She had to find her. But she couldn't. She had no much time left. Her energy slowly dropping, leaking out with every minutes.

And there was still silence.

No one was around. Nobody came into the room anymore.

She didn't know how much time passed, how long she was waiting for her holder to come back. Then somebody entered the room. She slowly raised her little head to peak out through the gap.

A nurse came in with another man and they started to put away things and clean up. Tikki was trembling. When they finished their work and went outside, she couldn't hold back anymore. She started sobbing, crying out her remaining power.

The sobs echoed through the silence of the room, the lonely cry feeling the air. ''Marinette…Marinette…" She was sobbing hard, saying her holder's, her friend's name over and over again, even when somebody entered the room.

''Plagg…'' came the strangled voice of a boy, meant to be scolding but didn't have the power anymore in him.

''I can feel her presence here!" the black kwami flew across the room searching for something.

''Plagg… we should go…" he forcefully wiped away his tears.

Then they heard the soft but unstoppable sobbing.

''Tikki!" the cat kwami flew to her, pulling out the drawer she was hiding in and engulfed her in a hug. ''Look, I said she is here!" Plagg told the boy as he glanced up.

''Ladybug's kwami…" he whispered. 'Why is she here?' he questioned himself and a terrifying thought occurred to him.

''Marinette…..Ma…Mari…nette…" the red kwami sobbed out and the boy's eyes widened.

''No…" came out from his mouth after a long pause, barely a whisper. He had to steady himself holding onto the bed beside him.

''Shhhh, Tikki. Calm down." the cat kwami ran soothing circles with his paw on the ladybug kwami's back, but she continued to sob.

''I…I have… I have to see h..her Plagg. I have to see her." she chocked out.

''…you shouldn't-'' started the black cat after a long sigh, but was cut off by Adrien almost immediately.

''Come with me." he said, cupping the little red creature in his palm, rushed out from the room and ran across the hallway with a protesting Plagg in tow. He had to hide himself eventually and keep quiet before somebody noticed him.

Many people was yelling at the boy as he swiftly avoided crushing into others as he ran with full speed, never stopping or looking back not even once. He came to a halt in front of a huge, two-winged door. He took a deep breath, steadying himself. He had to show his best face to his partner.

He entered the room. Nobody was inside anymore. Metal hospital equipment everywhere, a metal table in the middle.

She was lying there.

Tikki blinked at her. There was her chosen, her friend, her adorable and brave girl. Quiet, pale, motionless.

She didn't have the power the flew to her anymore. Catching on this Adrien moved, carefully placing the red kwami to her holder's cheek. Her pale cheek, not warm anymore.

She hugged her with every remaining energy she had, nuzzling her little cheek to hers, sobbing and calling out to her. ''Marinette…"

She held her tightly. As much as her power let her. Nobody moved in the room. Grief, sadness, regret, guilt were all written on their faces. Adrien couldn't look anymore. He felt useless. He couldn't save her. He should be the one lying there.

This day shouldn't have gone this way...