Adrien paces his room restlessly. "I should have followed her. Made sure she's okay." He remembers every gasp of pain, burned into his mind forever. "What if that hit did internal damage? What if she's bleeding internally? What if she has a concussion?!" his questions become frantic.

"Look Adrien, if she says she's okay then she's probably okay. She knows her limitations, Ladybug can take care of herself. It's about time you do the same. You have a test in a few hours and you haven't slept in almost 24 hours. You need to sleep if you want to do anything tomorrow." Plagg tells him, not for the first time.

"How am I supposed to sleep now? You didn't see her! She could barely stand! She probably broke a few ribs, maybe even fractured her hip. She took a hard hit Plagg, I should have done a better job protecting her…" a tear rolls down his cheek slowly.

"Adrien. You did everything you could. She's fine, she just needs some rest. And so do you! Its 5 AM and you need sleep."

Adrien's mind races, scenes of his Lady playing before his mind's eye. The sun rises as he falls into a short and restless sleep.