Everything Changes –Chapter Nineteen

Adrien POV

Something felt wrong. Very wrong. Well, what wasn't wrong when you're mid-battle with akuma? But something was wrong. Something was wrong with Marinette. I knew I shouldn't have left her. She's probably gone into delivery already! I had the sudden urge to scream out for my superpower and just kill the akuma then and there. But… I didn't. it's against my code to kill a victim…or anyone for that matter. So, I settled with just knocking her out. I called for Cataclysm and destroyed the base of a billboard. It came directly down on Stillborn's head, knocking her unconscious immediately. Now, I had to run. I had to get back to Marinette, before I regretted leaving in the first place. The hospital came into view and my first thought was to go through her window. But that would raise questions and she might even be in a different room. I had to detransform and go through the front office again. I practically burst through front entrance and went skating off down the hall. A few doors up I saw a doctor pushing Mari into what I am assuming was a delivery room. The doctor then re-emerged and started talking to a nurse.

"So are you gonna tell her?" The nurse asked.

"Brit, she's a 19-year-old, very emotional, first time mother, who's partner is nowhere to be seen. There is no way I'm telling her that the child could have complications growing up," Mari's doctor re-entered the room with a chirpy smile and I felt like my world had been split in two. I stood there dumbfound until I heard Mari scream. Marinette only ever screams if she's in excruciating pain. Well, I suppose this is childbirth. What are you waiting for? Get in there! I took a moment to snap out of it before finally running into the room. Mari was laying on the bed with her eyes squeezed shut, so she didn't see me enter. Neither did the doctor, until I was by Mari's side. I spared a glance at my princess. Her face was extremely red, her eyes still closed and she was squeezing the bed sheets as though her life depended on it. Slowly, and carefully I removed her hand from the sheet and held it tight. Upon sudden impact, Mari's gorgeous blue eyes sprang open and stared at me. First with shock, then with relief, and then back to pain. She squeezed my hand and I wondered how such a petite girl could be so strong. I then realised that questioning Ladybug's strength was idiotic so I stopped.

"Okay, it's time again. Push. Push. Come on push for five seconds. 5…4…3…2…1," The doctor coached. I was sure I was missing something, but then again, I was home-schooled and have never had a kid before. I felt Mari's grip on my hand loosen as the doctor finished counting. She sighed and looked up at me. I had a feeling this would be a quiet birth. Mari is a silent bleeder. When she is in pain, she doesn't like to let anyone know.

"You're okay, Miss Marinette. You'll be fine. The next contraction should be in about twenty seconds," The doctor calmly soothed. I liked this doctor.

"I don't think I can. I'll pass out if I try," I heard her almost inaudibly squeak.

"Marinette, you're doing great, just a little more," I felt the urge to pun. I pun when I'm under pressure. But I knew if I did, I wouldn't only loose a child and a potential wife, I'd lose my head.

"Here we go! Try again, dear. I assure you, you'll be fine. Keep pushing! Wait, I see something," The doctor held her breath for a second before letting it out in relief. I could see Marinette was struggling. She wasn't kidding when she said she could faint. Her once, tomato red face was now deathly white. I nudged the doctor lightly and she looked up at Mari.

"Oh, good heavens, child!" The doctor pleaded in a hope for her to stop. When Mari continued, she began to worry. "Miss Marinette, stop pushing!" Almost instantly, my princess halted. Her eyes were wide with fear; silent tears ran down her cheeks. "When she regains her colour, she can push again," The doctor began to prepare herself. "We don't want her to pass out during childbirth," Mari was panting so hard, it was like an asthma attack. Her face began to shade back to red and her breathing subsided to a regular pace. I almost had a heart attack! She's too quiet! No one can tell if anything is wrong! No sounds of struggle or pain.

"Miss Marinette, you can start pushing again. Young man, if she gets like that again, please notify me," I nodded and went back to facing Marinette. Her hair had come loose and was now flowing over her shoulders, wet and sticky. Her face was slowly losing colour again. I started to panic and was about to inform the doctor when she spoke up.

"Okay, now she's crowning- no, wait," The doctor halted and Marinette ceased for a moment.

"W-W-What's w-wrong? I-Is she g-gonna be o-okay?" She freaked out in a squeaky, pained voice. It broke my heart.

"She's going to be fine. However, she's not crowning, she's breech. So, she's in a more difficult position so you're going to have to push even harder now. Ready, miss? Push!" The doctor encouraged her the entire way. Marinette was too quiet for comfort and the colour was draining from her face at exceeding speeds. After a few moments, the doctor sighed.

"Marinette, I know it's hard but you're going to have to push even harder, nothing's happening!"

"I'm s-s-sorry, I c-c-can't!" The doctor was about to argue with her but I agreed with Mari.

"She actually can't, she's going to pass out!" I moved my hand just in time to catch my princess's head as it fell limply on her shoulders.

"I c-c-can't…" She repeated quietly. Her breathing was heavy again and I was freaking out. We waited before she regained her colouring, but she didn't look ready.

"One more time, Miss Marinette! One final push should do it! Ready?" Marinette pushes a final time and know she's done it. I hear the faint whine of a baby and I smile. I turned back to Marinette to give her the biggest hug in the history of hugs, but there's only one problem. Marinette, deathly white again, was laying still on the bed, her head flung to the side. Not breathing.

WHAT HAVE I DONE?!

Three chapters in one day? Who am I and what have I done with me?!

Don't judge! Hope you like it!

Sticks and Stones don't normally hurt me…

But words sure can hella hurt!

~Allie