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Chapter 2

MARINETTE:

*Nadja Chamack, don't be bemused, it's just the news! Reports have come in that Chat Noir has attempted suicide by jumping off the Eiffel Tower. He is under observation in Paris City Hospital but doctors say he doesn't have much of a chance of survival. Meanwhile, Ladybug is nowhere to be seen as she had fled the site as soon as she was let free. Did Chat really commit suicide? Or is our red superhero hiding more than we know? Stay tuned as we bring you more information after the break. Nadja Chamack, Paris News.*

I switched off my computer in a rage, as Nadja's words registered in my head. How dare she? What the hell did she mean by 'is our red superhero hiding more than we know'? What bullshit. Chat Noir was FINE. Fine, get it? OK. Alright. Perfectly healthy. He wouldn't die. No. Nononono. It was all probably a prank, he was always a prankster! My perfect partner, with his perfect smile and his mesmerising eyes. He always put himself in front of me, always protected me, and…this time…I couldn't protect him. I really didn't deserve to be Ladybug; I had been right. Master Fu should have chosen someone else.

3RD PERSON:

Her eyes started watering as she threw herself onto the chaise, her hair ruffled and large dark bags under her eyes. Se hadn't slept a bit; nothing. Her thoughts were caught up in Chat Noir, and memories came flooding back. Holding her head between her hands, she threw herself onto her pillow and muffled a scream as she remembered her life before.

FLASHBACK:

"Bugaboo!" Chat cooed as he crept up behind Ladybug, his leather covered hands covering her masked eyes.

"Bugaboo! Wanna go out fur a date?"

Silly kitty, she thought, as a round of giggles escaped her lips and she gently removed his hands off her face.

"Chat. I'm sorry, I've told you that I like another guy. I simply don't feel that way about you." she replied as his eyes turned downcast and he turned away. "I really am lying to myself now, huh?" she muttered under her breath, completely forgetting that said kitty had superhearing.

"What was that? What was that m'lady?" he curiously asked as his face broke out into a huge smile, "You like me! You like me!"

"N-no I don't!"

"Yes you do!" he leapt at her, tickling her as she collapsed, her laughter filling the air. Ah, this really was the perfect life, one she hoped to have forever.

A small smile graced her lips as she stretched her hand out, as if reaching out for someone. Her eyes glazed and she called on Tikki to transform, a red light illuminating the room as Ladybug appeared in place of Marinette. She went up into the balcony and released her yoyo, swinging through the streets on her way to the hospital. It was as if she were in a trance, the smile not leaving her lips for a second. She hadn't accepted the recent events, that was for sure, but surely she'd come to accept the raw truth? Landing finally in front of a large building labelled 'Paris City Hospital', she entered inside and asked at the desk for Chat Noir. They were shocked to see her in such a state, they expected her to be heartbroken; not smiling as if everything was perfectly fine! A stuttering receptionist pointed the way to the room and Ladybug set off, the thoughts in her head all a blur.

MARINETTE:

I didn't know what was happening to me. One second I was crying my eyes out, the next I was laughing like a crazy psycho retard. Somehow I had found my way to the hospital, to HIS room, where he lay on a small bed and crispy white sheets. They had covered his body so that only his blonde locks were visible. Had he detransformed? Were they protecting his identity?

"I'm sorry, Ladybug."

"I'm sorry."

"My condolences."

"He was a gem."

"We will always remember him."

"Stay strong."

Voices cried out at me, baffling me, as I realised they were talking about Chat as if he were dead.

"HE'S NOT DEAD, OK? SHUT UP! SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP. GO AWAY. SECURITY!" I screamed as the fire burned furiously inside me. Who the hell did they think they were?Why were they feeding lies to Parisians?

"L-ladybug?" a meek voice called out and I immediately gave my attention to the exhausted nurse at my side.

"Yes?"

"Maybe you'd like to come in…" she trailed off as her eyes motioned for me to go inside.

"Yes, thank you. Could you please clear up these misconceptions of Chat Noir being 'dead'? Really, do you think THE Chat Noir would die from a silly fall? Come on! He's a superhero for God's sake. Jesus." I laughed as she just looked at the floor, uncertainty clear in her eyes.

"What's the matter? Tell me." I asked as a feeling of dread settled in my stomach. No, nah, Chat was fine. Nothing could happen to him…right?

"Ladybug," she mumbled as a few stray tears slipped down her cheeks, "I'm sorry, you came too late. He passed only 12 minutes ago. I'm sorry."

My stomach lurched as a wave of nausea threatened to overtake me. My legs gave way, and the last thing I saw was black darkness, as a cacophony of voices started screaming in my ear.

A/N: This chapter was a bit complicated, not my best work sorry. I just needed to set the scene, next chapter I'll get out Adrien's viewpoint ;)

Thank you so much for the favourites and follows already! It's not even been a full 24 hours and 13 follows and 9 favs? Ily! Thank you for the reviews too, they really encouraged me to write. I have bits of this fic planned, but the rest will just be me going with the flow. Hope to update soon x