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Day 30 - Sick

"I'm telling you princess, I think something is wrong with me." Chat Noir told her seriously, glancing to where she was standing at his side.

Marinette sighed heavily, muttering it under her breath, "Oh there is something wrong with you all right." She smirked when she caught his stare and he gasped in fake shock, "You wound me purrincess, I'm being serious."

She smiled, putting a hand on his arm, "Chat, there is nothing wrong with you."

He felt his body sway slightly, watching the panic rise on her face as she quickly tried to steady him, "Okay, maybe something is wrong with you. Sit down." She helped him over to the lounger, laying him back slowly as she asked, "Are you feeling dizzy? Lightheaded?"

He nodded, closing his eyes, "A little of both."

She kneeled next to him, "How long have you been feeling this way? Is it just the dizziness?"

"It's been a couple months actually, but worse lately." He explained, watching a deep frown form on her face as he listed his symptoms, "My stomach sometimes feels like it's in knots, and my hands get all shaky. My brain gets muddled and I can barely think straight." He put his clawed hand to his chest, "And sometimes, there is this heaviness on my chest that makes it hard to breathe."

"Why haven't you said anything?" She scolded.

"I didn't want to bother you with it." He told her sheepishly.

She stood and told him quickly, "Stay here, I'm going to see if I can find you something." She barely turned to go back down the skylight when he grabbed her wrist carefully, pulling her back, "Please don't leave. I feel like I'm going to be sick, you can't leave."

Her face softened and she sat next to him, hugging him and running her hand through his hair affectionately, "Okay, just take a few deep breaths. Don't get so worked up." She placed a gentle kiss on the side of his head as his arms tightened around her, telling him a few minutes later, "Come on Kitty, please let me help you feel better."

"You are amazing, you know?" He whispered lovingly, resting his head on her shoulder, "And beautiful, the most beautiful girl I've ever seen."

She felt herself blush, seeing his eyes close as he asked, "Can we just, sit like this for a little while, until I feel better?"

"Of course." She instantly agreed, "Whatever you need."

He let himself relax in her arms, the quiet ambience of the night settling around them. It was a nice night, a clear sky and a comfortable breeze. He couldn't ask for more.

He felt her shift slightly before feeling her small hand on his forehead. His eyes snapped open and he sat up, seeing her still with a frown on her face, "You don't have a fever, so that's good."

He laughed, not able to help himself anymore.

Marinette asked him firmly, "And what exactly is so funny?"

He let out another small chuckle before telling her, "I think I know what's wrong with me now." He held her eyes as he said it with a smirk, "And it's your fault. If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't be feeling this way."

Her eyes widened, "You think I'M the one who got you sick?"

"Oh purrincess, I know it was you." He said easily, watching the anger flare up in her eyes as she stood, "I haven't been sick in months, how are you going to blame me for you getting sick? If you weren't out at all hours of the night, running around in the cold and in the rain, maybe you wouldn't feel so bad."

He stood and pulled her into his arms, staring into her face with a bright smile, finally clarifying for her, "Don't be angry, you are the best sickness I could have ever caught."

She stared at him in shock before a groan escaped her. He laughed to himself as she pushed him away, "Ugh, you are ridiculous."

"It's a LOVE sickness mon coeur!" He told her dramatically as she threw open her skylight in annoyance.

"I'm breaking up with you." She deadpanned, starting to head down to her room.

"You can't!" He told her grinning like a madman, staring down into the skylight as she made her way down the ladder, "Come back purrincess! Being near you is the only cure to my sickness!"

She huffed annoyed, staring up at him angrily, "I hope Plagg hides Camembert somewhere you will never find it."

"It won't stop my symptoms!" He called down happily, "They'll only get worse and worse, and it's all your doing purrincess. My love for you has consumed my very being. I'll never be fully cured ever again."

"Oh, I'll cure you alright." She threatened, "Let me find a spray bottle, I'm sure I have one somewhere." She quickly scanned her room and he dropped down behind her, lifting her up in his arms bridal style.

"Me-owch, you don't have to be so mean. Don't you know that Chats don't like water?" He said, smirking as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

"I know." She said with her own smirk, not able to hold back the small rush of heat to her cheeks.

His face softened as he stared down at her, her beautiful bluebell eyes full of stars as she stared back. She rubbed the base of his neck softly the way he loved, a gentle purr vibrating through him. She smiled lovingly, telling him, "I think I may have a cure for your sickness after all."

He raised a curious eyebrow at her, "Oh, do tell Doctor Marinette. What great cure have you concocted for this afflicted kitty?"

"You have to be committed Kitty. No skipping doses or it will never work." She said, trying to sound serious despite the amusement in her tone.

"I am a one-hundred purr-cent committed kitty." He said with a nod. "No skipping doses, but how long do I have to take this miraculous cure of yours?"

She pulled herself closer, brushing her nose to his lightly, "At least once a day, for as long as you have symptoms." Her lips touched his, and his entire body shook. His arms tightened around her, his heart beating wildly as his stomach fluttered happily. That heaviness on his chest instantly lightened as she breathed life back into him.

He knew that he'd never be able to get enough of her kisses, of her.

He let out a small, happy hum as she pulled back smiling, "How do you feel now? Did the first dose work?"

He nodded, "Much, much better. We may have to increase the dose though. Once a day isn't nearly enough to ebb the symptoms for long."

Marinette laughed, "Now you are just being spoiled."

He grinned, giving her a flirty wink, "We are allowed to be a little spoiled when we are sick."

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