(EDITED: 2019-06-26)

Standing up was not a good idea. Like at all.

I woke up to Alya calling me, ranting. Saying how sad the boy was after he had been waiting for hours. Apologizing did not help either and she forced me to directly apologize to him.

So after a lot of begging and pleading in front of my parents- I'm 18 for God's sake I should not be doing this, they finally gave in and offered to give me a ride. I hopped out the car, kissed my mom and dad on the cheek and promised to not stay for too long. When they were out of sight I pulled out a note.

221.

It must be the dorm number.

Alya was at the hospital asking doctors about medical issues and experience, so I couldn't meet her here. Which meant I was on my own, great.

I made my way around Campus, not knowing where I was going. It was a beautiful day and people were around the building or in their sorority doing group activities. The oxygen tank dragged behind me as I gripped the handle to it tightly. Some people were looking at me, whispering. Or it was just my paranoia activating to max capacity. The world will never know.

Everyone seemed to be busy. A group of athletes were sprinting, some girls had a kissing booth to raise the fund for their sorority house- according to the poster which was put up everywhere.

Looked like it would be hard for me to ask for the way. But a girl, who looked exotic from 2002 sat on a bench not looking to be rather busy with anything. Well you could call looking at yourself in a makeup mirror while applying lip gloss rather busy, Its like Tomato Tomahto.

So I hesitantly left a soft tap on her shoulder when I approached her, which by the way had me to build up a lot- and I mean A LOT of courage.

"Hi, uh" I cleared my throat and reached for the note. The girl turned around and in that moment I knew I regretted asking her out of every possible individual in this college, judging by the look on her face. But it was too late for me to walk away so I continued.

"Do you know where uhm- I mean, where can I uh...find dorm 221?" The hand with the paper rose up, showing her my ugly handwriting written in a rush.

But whatever-her-name-was looked at me with disbelief in her eyes, like I was searching for a hidden treasure. She snatched the note from my hand and studied my body with a glaring attitude.

"And who are you?" The girl snapped, her white-blonde eyebrow twitching in a sassy way. I froze in place, not really knowing what to do. All I could focus on was that damned note as she squuezed it like an orange. The heartbeat raised to the sky in 100 kilometers per second.

and I definitively want to km/s now.

"U-Uhm, can I get my note back please" I pleaded in a squaky voice, pointing to what she was holding in her rat hands. The woman looked at the sheet she had crushed in her palm for a millisecond, before tearing it into million pieces hastily. With that she walked away, a content look on her face plastered.

"Good luck now finding Adrikins" She waved with her fingers from her shoulder, leaving the scene. I stood there in uttered shock trying to process the event that had just occurred, before looking down to the pieces of my poor paper now spread out on the grass.

"So that happened" I mumbled with tinted red colour on my cheeks. I was shaking when I struggled to piece the paper together as I crouched down.

I didn't even want to come here in the first place, I knew this was yet another mistake

I was about to pick up my phone and call after my mom when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned my head around around.

Oh boy

He sure was hot.

A man who looked somewhat familiar stood behind me with a kind look in his eyes. He was tall, the blonde hair suited his big green eyes over his rosy cheeks which was just above his almost non-visible dimples.

Take me Allah

"I'm sorry about her" He said with a smile, nodding to the girl who just left "Here, let me help you instead" The cute boy reached his hand out, it felt like a rom-com when I blinked in a shyly way- and I was pretty sure it made a noise like in those cliché cartoons. It was his smile, that damned smile, that drove me crazy the most.

I noticed the gypsum on his right leg, his body slightly tilting on one of the crutches he leaned on. I looked at the hand he offered for a while before looking up at him. But I panicked. So I didn't grab his hand and instead stood up myself, pointing over my shoulder with my thumb.

"I uh, I to go have- No I meant uh, I want to go, not away from yo-..uh, I need to leave" I exclaimed before turning around and hurried off, leaving him there speechless. I felt his eyes burning on my back as I power walked away, not even Usain Bolt would win against me with the speed.

I started running, but the campus felt like a maze and I ended up indoors. As soon as I passed a corner I let myself fall down against the brown colored brick wall. I pulled out my nasal canula in frustration when it was in the way for me to move my feet. I breathed out and brought my knees up to my chest letting my elbows rest on my kneecaps as I pulled on my hair, the oxygen tank leaning next to me.

I was such a fool.

Luckily, I didn't water up. But I felt extremely tired. Every breath I took was hasty like I had just cried, I coughed and massaged my upper chest as I tilted my head back, clearly regretting I chose to run.

I whipped out my phone and dialed my moms number. My hand was shaking but I didn't care about it right now. All I wanted was to get home and never do something like this again. Alya would understand.

I managed myself to ask her if she could pick me up. She told me she would be there in 30 minutes since I finished so early. When I hung up someone cleared their throat and I snapped my head up, only to see the guy from earlier in his crutches.

Crap

"Hi uh" The guy muttered in embarrassment "You're kinda blocking my door"

I turned my head and noticed I was in fact, leaning against a dorm. I quickly stood up and was about to apologize. But my mouth wouldn't speak, and suddenly my lungs tightened.

And I started breathing roughly, air struggling to keep up letting the noises fall harsh. It felt like I breathed in without actually doing it.

Shit

"Are you okay?" He asked in an extremely concerned voice, clearly wondering why there was a stranger having a lung collapse outside his dorm. I looked up, my irises watering causing the world to sting in my eyes.

My lungs are collapsing shitshitshit

It darkened from the corners in my eyes-

And I felt myself falling to the ground in a collapse.

-*Timeskip brought to you by Adrien probably prints out his dickpics*-

I woke up just like any day. But this time it wasn't in the hospital, or in my room.

I was in a dorm, someone's dorm. I sat up slowly, looking around in confusion.

How the hell did I get here?

It was a messy corridor with clothes spread around everywhere and I was pretty sure I saw Marilyn Monroe's dead body in this wild mess. I didn't mind it though, the world was still blurry. It felt like I ran 10 miles in the span of a nanosecond. I flopped back on the bed and put my palms over my eyes with a groan.

"Hey, you feeling better?" I froze in place, slowly removing my arms and peeked with my eye.

The guy from before was walking towards me with one crutch, the other hand carrying a glass of water and a banana that looked pretty old. The hands moved from my face to the bed, balancing my weight as I rested my elbows on the sheets. All I did was stare when he reached out the glass of water and banana to me, when he gave up he placed the goods on the nightstand and sat down on the chair next to the bed.

The awkward silence trembled as he swung with his knee from where he sat, in a way that reminded me of a child. Neither of us knew what to say.

"I uh, I put the canula back by the way" The guy exclaimed, tapping on his own nosetip "It looked like you needed them" The guy said bashfully, scratching his neck in an adorable way. I nodded and the awkwardness came back like an airplane. We shifted our eyes away, looking at anything but each other as he clasped his hands together.

"Hi" I said, finally gaining some courage. The guy snapped his head back, looked behind him to make sure I didn't mean anyone else and then pointed his finger towards his torso to ask 'you mean me?'

"Yeah"

I sat up. The guy's mouth formed into an O before his face turned into a deep level of red. I squealed in my mind, but I think he heard it.

"Hi"

More silence.

The clock from the kitchen could be heard ticking,

Tick tick tick

"You have a clock" I stated, trying to make this less awkward. Well it definitely worked. Good job Marinette.

He thought I was greeting someone else.

Cute how he thinks I actually talk to people.

"Yeah" The guy nodded, and we fell into silence again.

Tick tick tick

"What's your name?" He suddenly asked, and I snapped my head back to him.

"Marinette"

"Marinette?"

"The one and only"

Tick tick tick

"I'm sorry it just- I mean it's a unique name" I raised my eyebrow, making him realize what he just said.

"No wait I- I didn't mean it like that. I meant it's like refreshing to hear a name you haven't heard before, you know?"

"Thanks?" I replied in confusion, not knowing how to take the compliment. If it even was a compliment. He got the wrong idea and before I knew it he was rambling bashfully, cheeks heating up.

"I mean I shouldn't be the one to talk, it sounded like my parents wanted to fuck with me when they named me. Did they run out of things to do and was like "I'm about to shit on this bitch right here"?"

Was he always this talkative? If yes, I liked it.

"The caucasity" I replied in a joking voice, instantly regretting I said that. But he didn't seem to mind since he tilted his head back and chuckled lightly.

Tick tick tick

"I'm- the-" He breathed out before letting out another fist of laughter. It wasn't that funny but humor is different for other people I guess. My lips formed into a smile and I shook my head, giggling at his reaction.

And then we got silent again. Not as awkward like before, but it still left an embarrassing tension.

"Thanks, by the way. For you know" I gestured with my hand. He looked at me with a soft smile that made my heart go un poco loco and I almost forgot what I wanted to say. "...This. But I think I need to leave now, my mom is probably wondering where the hell I am"

"You're welcome Marinette" The guy leaned forwards with his light eyebrow raised "Are you not going to ask for my name?"

It's time for some teasing.

"You know what, I don't think I will. After all you said it yourself, your parents clearly wanted to fuck with you so I won't even bother" To think that the girl who didn't even want to accept a banana now teased the incredibly cute AND the same guy. He lookedtaken aback at first and I couldn't help myself but to laugh, with a smirk plastered on his face like a face mask he replied.

"I'm going to pretend like I didn't just hear you"

All of a sudden my phone started to vibrate. I looked down and the display said 'Mom' with a song from Jagged stone as the ringtone.

"You like Jagged Stone?" His face lit up in ecstasy, I shyly nodded as I declined the call, standing up simultaneously while taking a hold of my oxygen tank.

"Wow, you're like the only person I know who doesn't go drop dong about rap songs nowadays"

It took a few seconds for me to compensate what he just said, I was laughing.

"Drop dong?"

"Seriously" He continued jokingly. I appreciated the fact that he tried to save the situation and I coughed a little bit to gain the air I lost through giggling.

"Thanks" I laughed and he just chuckled with me. It felt nice.

This was nice.

And it got quiet again. So I cleared my throat and started making my way to the door. He followed me to the exit slowly, the sound of crutches stepping on the ground with every step he took.

"Thanks again by the way" I turned to him with a genuine smile. "Lord knows what could've happened if I was alone" The guy hesitantly put his arm on my shoulder. If I wasn't blushing before well I definitely was now. He smiled at me with teeth showing and the hand was only there for a second, but it felt like years.

And suddenly, my lungs tightened, and my heart was beating too fast, and I felt dizzy. But I didn't mind it, this time I didn't mind it at all. I knew it wasn't a lung collapse, it felt like in second grade when Antonio Rivera told me my pigtails were cute.

Maybe this whole ordeal wasn't so bad after all.

When we said our goodbyes and he closed the door, I realized I had forgotten my support group note, crap without it I won't remember the time. But when I turned around my heart dropped to the floor.

221.

The dorm number said 221.

I'm screwed oh I'm so screwed.

-*Timeskip brought to you by in the daytime, I'm Marinette*-

"So?" Alya bolted in, leaning on one hip like she had some hip scoliosis. I turned to face her with a confused look, my mouth full with spaghetti and I'm pretty sure it dangled from my lips.

How did she get into my house?

I darted my eyes from side to side to show I had no idea what she was talking about, when in fact I actually did. I was just too embarrassed to say it. She made a 'duh' face.

"About apologizing, did you?"

Slowly, I slurped on the noodle dangling, which I knew I would be too if I continued dragging on the subject. I looked up to see if there were any objects at all that could potentially be used as a tool to hang someone from, just in case.

I swallowed.

"Well" I dragged on the 'E', causing Alya to raise her eyebrow "I kinda did, depending how you look at it"

"How can you possibly look at it in different perspectives" She massaged her inner nose, making the glasses slide up to her forehead.

"I uh, it's a long story" In which she shrugged and sat on my pink desk chair, crossing her legs and slightly tilted her head towards me as if saying "Go on"

I told her about how some girl I asked for help just teared the paper. Alya asked if she looked like a snob. She laughed in a passive aggressive way when I said yes, but it was when I told her about Adrien she stopped.

"Hold up" Alya held her hand up and closed her eyes as her head lowered to the side, only to scrunch up her eyebrows "Adrien? Did you just say Adrien?" When I darted my eyes from side to side this time, and rose up my eyebrows, I was confused for real.

"Uh, yeah? He was the guy you set up for the blind date. He lives indorm 221 like you said" She went quiet, not even looking at me. So I continued

"You said the guy was a friend to Nino?" I exclaimed in a slight 'Are you stupid' tone. Alya focused her glare on the air, like she was thinking. She nodded her head slowly after a while, as if saying I was right.

"Yeah...Yeah that was who I meant" She showed a smug smile over the obvious hurt face "Sorry I thought you meant...this other Adrien I know"

I got suspicious, but decided to drop it.

Am I missing something?

-*Timeskip brought to you by no soup at the soup store*-

Adrien's POV

I closed the door slowly after she left.

Marinette huh

I smiled to myself as I stumbled my way to the bed she sat on for just a few seconds ago, passing the brown banana. Fruit is all we have at the moment and Nino couldn't have arrived faster with the groceries now could he. I cringed at the fact that I gave her a banana, which looked to be about as old as this campus.

I sat down slowly and dropped the crutches on the ground, without saying a word I picked up my wireless speaker and put on a song by Jagged Stone.

I made the mistake to not listen to Alya when she was talking to Nino about the blind date she set up for him. Which was a tad weird considering they used to date in High School. But I guess it's a way for him to come over her? Since she clearly moved on.

I remember how depressed he was after he walked up to me, only saying "Let's go".

Nino was really excited about the blind date. He hasn't really seen anyone after Alya and him broke up, with the classical 'Break up before College' reason. But when they realized they would be going to the same campus they decided it was for the best anyways.

I flopped down, the whole bed moving as I looked up at the boring beige colored ceiling. 3 years relationship and they end it because of a problem that wasn't even a problem to begin with.

Really stupid if you ask me.

I covered my eyes with my arm, the other one resting on my stomach. My belly growled in hunger but an old banana wasn't worth it, so I decided to ignore it.

I wonder if the girl I bumped into yesterday was her, I mean I didn't catch that good of a glance since she was clearly hurrying, but one can always dream...

Nino got stood up by his blind date and here I was, just had a pretty girl in my dorm with the effort of doing nothing- Well, not exactly nothing.

I froze,

I didn't do exactly nothing

I just saved her life

Well, maybe that's an exaggeration. But she wasn't breathing. It's so lucky she has a similar NC that my mom used to have.

This time, I shut my eyes open. Realization hit me like a school bus.

Nasal Cannula..My mom had a Cannula because she had...

Could it possibly mean that..

Oh no

I sat up, trying not to panic. Quickly I reached for my laptop and typed in 'Cannula' on the searchbar, of course with a lot of typos and I was fascinated by how Google knew exactly what I meant to type. The evolution of technology really did pay off.

A wikipedia page popped up and clicked on it, reading the text faster than my bullet.

"The nasal cannula (NC) is a device used to deliver or increased airflow to a patient or person in need of help." I read under my breath with a frown on my face

"The nasal cannula is often used in elderly patients or patients who can benefit from oxygen therapy but do not require it to self respirate. These patients do not need oxygen to the degree of wearing the NC. It is especially useful in those patients where vasoconstriction could negatively impact their condition, such as those suffering from strokes"

I let out a shaky breath, it didn't say anything about it specifically having to relate to what I thought it could be. That's at least good. I put the phone back on the nightstand, breathing out with my arms above my head.

Breathe in

Breathe out

I didn't know why I freaked out, maybe it's not even a biggie. I mean some people just like to exaggerate, like the time Aurora showed up to school in a frickin' horse on her birthday.

I sat there, eyes closed and nose dilating when I flopped back as I took big breaths. Looks like I'll be meditating twice today. After mom died I could't handle getting to know someone who have a big possibility of dying.

Not that we even know each other- damn it I should've asked for her number.

I decided to just drop it. My brain likes to overthink a lot and I'm in no need for stressing.

I need to ask Alya if she knows her, she goes to the hospital in our town all the time, but what are the odds?

I shifted my focus from the ceiling to the nightstand and stretched my arms, but my palm accidentally hit the glass of water and the content spilled everywhere.

"Crap" I hissed, quickly bolting to the floor to wipe it with some dirty clothing, ignoring the fact that the clothing I used needed to be washed like last century. I looked for anything on my nightstand that could be used as a towel instead. A red white note became my focus and I turned to look at it. It was soaked with water but the text was still visible.

Tikki&Plagg
Support Group

Drop-IN

Age: 10-14 Wednesday's 3:00-4:00 PM

Age: 15+

The rest of the information was blurred by the water. I creased up my eyebrows and sat down, clearly not caring about the water which was wetting up the carpet. Since when did I plan on going to a support group?

I was about to put the note away and continue wiping the floor when I suddenly saw a name written with ink on the top left corner, it made my heart skip a beat when I saw who it belonged to.

Marinette Dupain-Cheng

Slowly, not right away, but slowly. I breathed out a smile and looked up, lost in thoughts.

"Marinette, huh?"

Something told me that soon maybe-just maybe, I won't feel so lonely anymore.

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