Warning: Mentions of injuries and blood.

Looking back, Chat Noir could have opened that door all those months ago, saved himself the shock that came along with the heart wrenching fact that Marinette was Ladybug. This wasn't how he was supposed to find out. They were supposed to be friends. Closer to one another than anyone else, yet knowing about the other. At least until they decided that it was time to have a big reveal.

The amount of time the infamous black suited hero had dreamed about the big reveal. About who she was under that red and black mask. It was always in a light situation, one where they came to a mutual agreement.

"Marinette?!" He sobbed, the world around themcrumbling into ruins. "MARINETTE!"

How could he let it happen this way? Out of all the things, failing to protect his Lady shouldn't have even been considered one of the things that could happen. Yet here they were, Ladybug's unmasked form lying in his arms, bruised, bloody and most likely broken. The one thing he had sworn to himself not to let happen, had taken course.

It was all his fault. How could it not be? He had been fighting less than two meters away when another monster had seemingly appeared out of nowhere. Then she had been falling to the ground. Limp. Bleeding. She had needed him, and he hadn't been able to get to her in time.

Now, she lay in his arms, not responding to anything. He had to either take care of the akuma that had caused this, or get her out of there and he couldn't do both. It was either the city, or his Lady.

Innocent civilians, or the love of his life.

How could he make such a decision in such a short period of time? He looked away from the raging akuma down to the girl that had always say behind him in class. Her kwami was talking to her too, trying to get her to do something, anything to tell them she was okay.

She couldn't though, and the akuma were getting further and further away. Chat Noir looked back up at the enemies, there was no way he could catch up to them and defeat him after such a blow. He hadn't even been that hurt.

Suddenly, he heard her breathing become laboured, and he had no choice. He had to get her to a hospital. Grinding his teeth, he lifted her up. She was light, and logically he knew that she should be a lot heavier. He felt a warmth through his black suit and looked down. His face paled at the what he saw, how had he not noticed earlier?

The pool of blood was only getting larger with each passing second he spent standing at the scene. He had to save his Lady. There was no way that he could loose her. So he ran, he ran as fast as he could. The buildings below him became a blur, the shouts of civilians in the distance were nothing more than background noise.

His Ladybug had to survive.

Marinette had to survive.

He didn't think that he would be able to live with the guilt of letting her die.

So here is a quick drabble.

I started listening to Adele's 'Hello' and I am kinda in a downish mood cause the fact that I've finished grade 12 has kinda started to sink in.

I've read a lot of 'Marinette find out first' but haven't come across Chat finds out first with pain things, so I was like 'while I'm in this mood, why the hell not!?"

I am working on another chapter that will be around 1000 words though! So look forward to a longer chapter filled with masked balls and LadyNoir fluff!

Enjoy!

TheiaNeko~ (Rionydal)