I do not, and never will own Miraculous Ladybug.

Marinette's alarm went off, and she groaned. She didn't want to go to school, but she knew she had to. She got up, thankful that she set her alarm a few hours early, so that she could take care of her own wounds. She pulled out her first aid kit, and undid the bandages around her torso. Wrapping her body in gauze first, then tightly wrapping herself with an ace bandage. And she prayed that the tight wrap around her would hold her in one piece. She wore a baggy black shirt, one that would not draw attention to the bandage around her center, but instead would hide it. She didn't want anyone to see her injuries. She knew that it would probably already be on the Ladyblog that she was injured, so if someone knew Marinette was so badly injured, they may suspect something. She started walking to school, starting out an hour early, but not getting there until fifteen minutes before. She had to stop multiple times because of how weak she was. When she got to school, she collapsed into her seat, and waited for school to start. She was in too much pain to do much else.

"Good Morning Marinette," Alya said, sitting next to the blue haired girl. The girl didn't turn to look at her, or even say hello back. "Marinette! Earth to Marinette!" She said, shaking the girl's shoulders.

"Alya…. Hello…" Marinette said after a sharp intake of breath.

"Girl, what's wrong?"

"Nothing… I'm alright…" Marinette said, before spacing out again.

"Hey Alya, Hey Marinette," Nino said to the girls, as he entered. He noticed the worry in Alya's eyes. "What's wrong?"

"Marinette's acting weird." Alya said, Nino would have asked more, but Adrien entered the room.

"Hey Alya, Nino." He said, giving a small wave to his friends. "Hey Marinette," He sat down, before looking up at the girl behind him, shocked that she didn't give him even a wave back. She usually responded when he said hi to her. "Marinette?!"

"Oh… Hi Adrien…." She said, before laying her head back down on her desk.

"What's wrong with her?" Adrien mouthed to Alya.

"I don't know," Was Alya's mouthed response.

The teacher called the class to attention, so the attention was drawn from the young girl in pigtails, and to the teacher.

Adrien had been worried about two girls the entire day. He was worried for his Lady, of course, but he also had a growing panic for Marinette. His worry had eased for his lady, since he hadn't heard anything, he was pretty sure she at least got home. Maybe her civilian form went to the hospital. Maybe she was just in the hospital, under a different name. But his worry for Marinette was getting progressively worse. She was the cause of his constant worry. She wasn't a superhero. And he wasn't sure she would be as willing, and able to take care of herself, as his lady would. His panic for her only grew when she left school early, telling the teacher she wasn't feeling well. When he hadn't heard anything about Marinette from Alya by the end of the day, he decided to check up on her himself. Just as Chat Noir.

Marinette woke up, bleary eyed, when she heard a knock on her window. She had been in too much pain, just from her movement during the day, that she couldn't even finish school. She didn't even go to the nurse, instead, she headed home. She had gone straight to bed, and had fallen asleep. In her sleep, the pain was lessened, but not much. She got up from her bed, wincing at every movement, and moved to her window. She saw Chat outside, and her mind went into a panic. Is something wrong? Why is he here? Has… Has he figured out my secret? She wondered, opening the window to let him in.

"Good Evening, Princess." He smiled, stepping closer to her.

"To what do I owe the Pleasure?" She asked, wincing with every breath she took.

"I was worried about you," He admitted.

"I'm fine," She replied, and he put his arms around her. Her face went pale, and she pushed him off. He had held her too tightly, making her ribs, and her injury scream out in pain. She squeaked, as she went to sit on her bed. Chat didn't know exactly what he had done wrong, until he realized that he didn't know her that well, maybe it was too weird for her to be hugged by one of Paris' superheros.

"I'm sorry…. I didn't know what I was thinking," He said, looking at her face, and seeing a small frown.

"It's alright." Marinette said, with a small wince. "It's my fault." She placed her hand on her side, and could feel the damp cloth of her shirt. She was grateful for the darkness of the room, and the dark color of her shirt. She was also grateful for the leather suit Chat wore, since if there wasn't any of those things, he would have noticed the dark liquid pouring out of her body. She held pressure to her side, and Chat could see the pain in her eyes. Marinette's consciousness was seeping out of her body with her blood, and she felt dizzy, lightheaded.

"What's wrong, Marinette?" Chat said, staring intently at her.

"It's nothing…" Marinette said, straightening up, to show him she was alright. As she tried to take a step, she happened to stumble over hair, and would have hit the ground, if Chat hadn't caught her.

"It doesn't look like nothing." Chat said, trying to keep a light voice, but his voice was sour. What's wrong with her? What happened? She was the only person, other than ladybug, who he cared about this much. She was the only other person who could bring out his protective side. He wondered if it was just because she was clumsy. Or maybe it was because of the way she looked at him. Or her bright smiles. But whatever it was, he felt drawn to the shy, clumsy girl. And seeing her in pain made his heart lurch, like it did when he saw Ladybug struggling the evening before.

"I… I don't feel good." She whispered, her voice barely audible.

"What's wrong?"

"Blood," Her quiet voice started, she seemed dazed. And weak. "Loss….."

He listened to her words, but did not quite fit them together, until he noticed the hand that had been clutching at her side. It was tinged red. He lifted up her shirt, blushing scarlet at the thought of what he was doing. His hands froze when he noticed the ace wrap around her toros. The side of it being dyed dark red. What could have caused this? What happened to her? It's like…. Ladybug's wound…. Was she…. Was she his lady? His stubborn lady.

"My Lady?" He asked, as her eyes started to flutter closed.

"Yes Chaton?" She said, her voice hazy.

"I'm taking you to the hospital." He said, opening her window, ready to vault through Paris.

"I'm alright, Chaton,"

"No, you're not. Please, let me take care of you."

"I don't want…." She started to speak, but he silenced her with his lips. Kissing her urgently, his raw emotions spilling into the kiss. Fear, passion, anger, pain, worry. All of it he poured out to her. And she drank it up. He went out to her balcony, and started vaulting across Paris, towards the hospital.

"I'm not going to lose you, My Lady." He whispered into her ear, as he landed outside the hospital.