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Chapter 17: Something's Rotten in Paris

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There was a rush of footsteps hitting against the concrete sidewalk, along with some splashes of water from the week's downpour. The owner of those steps seemed to be a young male. From the backpack that was slung over his shoulder, it was safe to assume that he was a student of some kind. In his hand was a regular smartphone. The screen was lit up and had a dial pad on it. But no numbers had been punched in yet. The student's breathing was heavily labored and his face was flushed but he wasn't stopping for anything. The kid constantly looked over his shoulder as if to find something and each time he did, he shrieked a little and ran faster. It was clear he was being chased.

The poor child decided to try and escape his purser faster by quickly turning into an alleyway and taking more quick turns from there. Too bad his luck ran out when he ran into a brick wall. The kid frantically looked around his surroundings trying to find a way to vault over the thing. Frustrated, he slapped his hands against the brick as if that would help his current predicament. He let loose a low growl before mumbling under his breath. Panic was constantly present on his features.

"No, no, no. There has to be something. Find something!"

Click

He halted his actions and turned to the sound. His eyes were wide with terror. The poor boy stared down his assailant and tears started to form in his eyes. His lips quivered and his body shook in place.

The teen whimpered out, "Please man, d-don't do this. Not to me. D-Don't do this to me!" Another click was heard and he started to sound hysterical, "No! No! NO! Don't! I don't want to die! I DON'T want to die! PLEASE!" he backed himself into the wall and sobbed. His face was drenched in tears as his phone clattered to the floor.

Boom!

Marinette awoke that morning looking like a complete mess. Her eyes were red and puffy. Cheeks had clear paths where her tears traveled on. Her hair was in a disarray and she had killer bags under her eyes. It had been a couple of days since the attack, but it still felt like it happened yesterday. She hadn't been able to sleep a wink the whole time. She couldn't stop thinking about the poor woman, Sabrina's Mother. She just…crumbled and died. And she—Ladybug—couldn't do anything about it. The girl ended up breaking down in front of her partner and then alone in her room. Chat had offered to take her home, but only halfway. To avoid revealing her identity. Something that she didn't care for at all at that moment but decided to put up with it because of the alarm of her miraculous.

The heroine crawled down her loft bed and slumped onto her chaise. She didn't want to get up at all. She didn't want to go to school at all. She knew that she wouldn't be able to handle seeing Sabrina. The poor girl had been absent for a while but, according to Chloé's recent tweet (Marinette figured that she might as well follow her since she made herself an akuma target so often), she could be coming back today. The girl was definitely going through this a lot harder than she was. It was her mother she lost after all. The guilt chewed up inside her and made her desire to stay home.

"Marinette? Are you up?" she heard the sweet sound of her mother.

"Yeah! Just getting ready!" the girl sighed.

"Don't worry Marinette, it'll be okay." Something pressed against her cheek and gave her reassurance. It was Tikki, her dearest Kwami. The being had stayed up and comforted her the entire time. Sacrificing her own sleep to make her feel better.

"This sucks. I shouldn't be the one crying! Sabrina lost her mother. Not me. But the fact is, I'm the one who failed. I should've known or at least done something!"

"No! You couldn't have done anything. You didn't know. How could you? You didn't know that Hawkmoth committed such an atrocity!... An atrocity which I still do not understand how he pulled off." that last part was mumbled, obviously so that the girl could not hear.

Forcefully, the girl pushed herself up and headed towards her vanity. Staring at her state in the mirror, she picked up a small brush. Tikki flew into the frame with a concerned expression.

"Marinette, don't push yourself. If you don't feel up to it, don't go to school today."

"I have to. I want to be there for Sabrina, she's suffering much worse than I am right now. If I couldn't save her mother then the least I can do is help her as best I can."

"Marinette…"

The girl fought through her fatigue and got herself ready that morning. She put on more makeup than usual. Using it to remove her bags and make it seem like she wasn't feeling tired at all. Like she hadn't lost sleep over it at all. With her usual attire, she left her room and her residence before making her way to school. The atmosphere was depressing, to say the least. No one she passed had a smile on their face. Everyone looked like they had the worst week of their lives. So bad that she bumped into someone and when she apologized, they barely acknowledged her. If everyone is this upset, then Sabrina must be feeling awful. With that in mind, she quickened her pace.

It wasn't long until she arrived. Her feet bounced up the stairs and into the school. For once she was early and that usually meant a bad thing if she paid attention. The last time she was early to school, Lila came and caused a hurricane. A hurricane which she added to by turning her into an Akuma. But…the first time I was early was the day I met Adrien. That fond memory in the rain came back to her. She could still hear the sound of the thunder, the chill from the rain, his laughter ringing out, the umbrella closing around her, and when their hands brushed together. It was a constant reminder of why she was in love with him.

A smile formed on her lips before she frowned once more. Now was not the time to be happy. She looked around at the people lingering in the courtyard. All of them had frowns on their faces. No one was happy. No one was smiling. If she were to smile now, it would be extremely out of place. Her eyes found Sabrina. The girl was huddled into a corner with Chloé. Even Chloé had an air of sadness around her, but Sabrina…she was…different. Not happy. Nothing like that. Marinette thought it was sadness, but even that wasn't it. It was…nothing. There was nothing. No emotion what so ever. Her eyes were void of everything that made them human. The heroine wanted to think that it was because she was feeling…numb. God knows, she would feel the same after the following days of her mother's death.

The ginger's head rose up and the two locked eyes together. Marinette's assumption had been right. She did look awful. Her eyes were sunken in and it looked like she had veins stretching from the ends of her eyes to the side of her head. It was like she aged overnight. The girl smiled her way but it didn't reach her eyes. The smile, however, gave Marinette shivers. The hairs on her skin stood up and she suddenly felt like she was suffocating. Was this the guilt she had been feeling coming back for her? It had to have been. The ginger stood up straight and pushed herself away from the wall she had been leaning on. Chloé, who had been talking, suddenly stopped and stared. The hero's feet felt like they were glued to the ground. She wanted to move, to run away. But she didn't know why.

No! That's just the guilt talking!

"H-Hey Sabrina." she greeted her once the girl came within distance.

"Marinette." she simply said. Her tone was flat.

The girl swallowed hard and hesitated, "How are...How are you doing?"

"Fine."

That's it? Fine? Just fine? "Fine?" that felt…anti-climactic. She guessed that everyone did deal with grief differently.

"Fine." the girl repeated.

"Oh…well if there is anything I can do for you, just know that I'm always available." Finally, her feet responded and she turned to leave until a voice stopped her.

"One."

She looked over her shoulder at Sabrina, who was staring at her with her emotionless eyes. She saw her hands twitch at her side. It was as if she was eager to do something. "One," Sabrina repeated. "There is….one….thing," she spoke as if she had trouble speaking.

"What is it?" her stomach turned and she felt her heart beat faster in her chest.

"I'm feeling hungry."

For some reason, Marinette felt relieved and let out a chuckle at the girl's request. She guessed it would make sense to ask the baker's daughter for food. "Well! You're in luck I have a spare cookie on me that you can have."

Sabrina shook her head. "No…I'm hungry for—"

DING DONG

The bell sounded and the children around her started to move from their respective places. All of them shuffled to their own destinations. Marinette's eyes were locked on Sabrina, who seemed startled at the sound.

"Sabrina!" she heard Chloé call. The two turned their attention to the diva. Marinette somewhat expected her to act as usual but was surprised to see the girl's eyes soften at her friend. "You coming?"

"Ah…" the girl looked back at her before turning back to Chloé. "Yes." With that, she walked to her side and the two walked away.

I wonder…what she was going to say…

Doctor's Notes: Patient is vomiting up blood.

"An update on the missing cases, the latest to go missing is Jean Duparc." the sound of a woman's voice was heard in the room. It came from the hanging TV. There were two anchors. A man and woman. They sat at a long table and underneath them were large words saying "Massive Missing Case"

The woman continued, "Young Duparc marks the 14th case so far. The police seem to have no leads. Whatever happened to these poor people remains unknown."

"What I don't get is how so many people have gone missing in such a short amount of time. Where could they be? Is there a killer rave I don't know about?" the man joked while the woman rolled her eyes.

"Whatever it may be, the victims don't have anything in common. Some are children, some are adults, some are women, and some are men. Even their backgrounds are different." she informed the audience.

"Could it be that we may have a serial killer on the loose, Joanne?" Léon picked up the remote and pointed it at the TV.

"I hope to god not." It clicked off and he placed the remote down on the nightstand.

His eyes were focused on the girl who laid in the bed. Her whole body had a light ash gray tone to it and she looked like she couldn't sleep. The doctor feared that this had something to do with the stars he found in her blood. Speaking of blood, next to her was a garbage bin that was covered in pure red liquid. However, it had specs of black stars in it. The frequency of the black stars made it obvious of their importance. Yet he wasn't sure what it meant.

"How are we feeling today, Esther?"

"Like cra—" Blood started to squirt out of her mouth and she slapped her hand over it. The girl turned herself to the bin and let loose a waterfall of blood.

He winced at the sound. Léon wished he could do something to help with the symptom. But they had done all the tests they could once she started to puke blood. The only thing that kept her alive was the blood transfusions and some medication. For the time being, he placed his hand on her back and gave her a comforting rub. When she finished, she grabbed a tissue from a box off the nightstand and wiped her mouth. He noted how her hands shook through it all.

"This sucks." she moaned.

"I'm sure it does. But don't worry, you'll get through it."

"Doctor." she addressed him. Her tone was different this time around. "That woman…she did this to me."

"P-Pardon?" he stammered, obviously taken by surprise. It seemed that she was still so sure about Nurse Lucia's apparent "evilness." He turned his full attention to her. "What makes you believe that?"

"She injected some kind of black medicine in me—" the girl coughed and blood came out her mouth. Her hand slapped over her face as she grabbed her trash bin again. The girl relieved herself before wiping the blood off her mouth. "She poisoned me!" She held up the bin as if it was proof.

"Why would she want to do that to you?"

"Because she's a monster! She's doing this—!" She gestured to herself. "—to me! Please help me, Doctor!"

He sighed. He'd have to appease her somehow. "I'll….I'll look into it," he promised.

When Marinette arrived home, she graciously helped her mother prepare supper. The family kept up a happy atmosphere amidst all the danger that was in the outside world. She had heard about the various missing reports from Alya in class. It was cause for concern alright. In a span of a week, thirteen people had up and vanished. The concerning part about that was that the majority of them were in the vicinity of her school and home.

Marinette displayed no worries for her own safety. She was LADYBUG. The girl was confident that no one was going to kidnap her. Not while she could handle it. Despite the stirring concern, the incident felt far away from her home. When she came upon the age of understanding the evil that people were capable of, all presented in the news, she learned that those evils happened outside of her home. This was her haven or sanctuary. With the power of the Ladybug on her side, she didn't have much to fuss over.

After Dinner had been complete, Marinette crawled up to her room and jumped in her chair. She spun around for a second before pulling herself to her computer. It wasn't her day to patrol, so she could focus on her homework. The girl snatched up her bag and pulled her work out. She then turned on her computer. She smiled upon seeing the many faces of her crush before opening her browser.

With Google opened and secured, she cracked her fingers and looked at the first problem. Now what was the theory behind this one? "let's see…J. J Thompson's Theory." she slowly typed the first letter and looked at the screen. To her surprise, a name of a fellow student popped up. Jean Duparc was the first search entry. It's probably someone else. Yet she clicked it anyway. The first things were to show up were various news headlines and a video of the local news. The images that were shown were indeed of the Jean that she knew. The boy had been akumatized into the Magician of Misfortune a long time ago. She hovered over the video link and clicked it.

The video came to life and she heard the two anchors discussing things back and forth. They sat at a long table and underneath them were large words saying "Mass Missing Case" Their expressions seemed grim.

"An update on the missing cases, the latest to go missing is Jean Duparc." the woman informed. A picture of the tan boy with short brown hair and brown eyes flashed on the screen. He was smiling and it seemed that he had been caught in the middle of laughing.

The anchorwoman continued, "Young Duparc marks the 14th case so far. The police seem to have no leads. Whatever happened to these poor people remains unknown."

"What I don't get is how so many people have gone missing in such a short amount of time. Where could they be? Is there a killer rave I don't know about?" the man joked to try to lighten up the mood. But it was easy to tell that he wasn't feeling it. The woman, as if routine, rolled her eyes.

"Whatever it may be, the victims don't have anything in common. Some are children, some are adults, some are women, and some are men. Even their backgrounds are different." she informed the audience.

"Could it be that we may have a serial killer on the loose, Joanne?"

"I hope to god not." She paused the video and sat in silence.

People went missing all the time. Living in a big city, it happened. But this was the first student from her school to go missing. She felt a small spark of dread come alive in her. This could be the work of another akuma. Or a sick human being. She hoped it was an akuma. Because she could face those. She guessed that Ladybug would have to get involved. With the lack of akuma attacks recently, she had time on her hands. I'll question the family tomorrow.

CRASH

The sound of glass breaking interrupted her thoughts. The girl straightened up and glanced around her room. She scanned her room to see if anything fell. Everything looked to be in perfect condition. Then what-

CRASH

Her body tensed and she whipped her head up to her trapdoor. The moonlight poured through it like a waterfall. Her body was still as her mind turned. Something was on her balcony. But who? No one would be stupid enough to climb up the side to the bakery to her balcony…Would they? It would be dangerous and not to mention impossible. Only a superhero or villain could do it with no difficulty. With that possibility, she got up and grabbed her pink, decorative paper parasol that sat on her chaise. She folded it and held it up next to her head. Prepared to attack anything that moves.

She walked up the stairs and towards the trapdoor. Once she was near, the girl gripped the hatch's handle and went to push it open when her body froze. She felt the color drain from her face and her body grow cold. Something crawled down her spine. Something was wrong. Very wrong.

Gathering her courage, she pushed the trapdoor up and looked out onto her balcony. On the ground was a broken pot. The dirt inside it was scattered around and the flower that had stood proudly in it was now broken on the ground. It was a bright yellow daffodil that she had been preserving. Now it looked like someone trampled all over it. She turned and saw another pot laying broken, this time it was empty. She had taken the seeds and dirt out of it weeks ago and left the pot to sit out. Maybe it had been sitting on the edge and fell. She hoped so.

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Her eyes turned to the railing. The tapping seemed to be coming from it. Marinette grip tightened on the parasol. It seemed like the sound was getting faster. As if whoever was making it was trying to draw her out. Maybe it's just a bird or some animal. With that in mind, she strengthened her resolve and went to climb out when—

"Marinette?"

She shrieked and fell back down on her bed. The trapdoor snapped shut in front of her and her parasol left her hand. Only to tumble down the stairs. She glanced over the edge with an irritated expression. It was her mother. The older Chinese woman stared with a raised eyebrow at her.

"Yes, Maman?"

"I just came to check up on you, dear. I thought you said you were working on homework?"

"I am! I just…I just forgot something on my balcony. Don't worry! I got it though!" she smiled and gestured to the parasol that sat on her floor now.

"I see…Well then, good night. Don't stay up too late."

"I won't!" the woman smiled and crawled back down the stairs. Closing the trapdoor behind her.

Marinette released a breath she had been holding and slumped over the railing. She was exhausted, this week was starting to be too much for her. She glanced back over her shoulder and at the midnight sky. She had this feeling. This scary feeling that something was going to happen. Something bad was going to happen or approaching. She hoped that her feeling was just that...a feeling.

Doctor Lépine, true to his word, did, in fact, look into the new nurse. Just not as intensely as Esther may have wanted him to. He carried on his duties as per usual and nearly forgot about it until he saw a fellow co-worker of his. A kind, elderly woman who's post was the front desk. As kind as she may have been, her flaw was her love for gossip. She knew everything about everyone. He walked over to the front desk and greeted her.

"How do you do, Madame Bianca?"

She looked up at him with a smile, "I'm doing excellent, Doctor. Is there something you need of me?"

"Yes, can you tell me anything about a woman named Lucia?"

Her eyes went wide, "Lucia?" her expression changed and she looked at him with a sad smile, "Have you been delving into this hospital's history?" That was an odd question. What did a new nurse have to do with the history of the hospital?

Deciding to indulge her and see what she knew, he nodded his head. "Yes."

The woman looked away and continued her tale, "A year ago, before you were transferred here, we had another doctor by the name of Lucia Bonnot. She was framed for the crime of giving away prescriptions drugs away to her patients who were addicted to them. The evidence was packed against her so, she took her own life." She turned back to him with a sharp gaze. "At least that's what we all were made to believe. In the end, it was discovered that her death had some foul play involved and by the time the true criminals were found, one fled and the other died by a heart attack."

Oh my. He guessed the nurse Lucia was just a woman with the same name as that doctor. How unfortunate. "That's very tragic. I had no idea."

"It's okay. The investigation lasted for months and the news was too busy focusing on Ladybug and Chat Noir. They didn't cover the story in the day."

"I see.." he hummed.

"So why did you want to know?"

"There's a nurse named Lucia. One of the patients is certain she's evil or something." Madame Bianca rose an eyebrow at that.

"Evil?"

He nodded, "I need you to look into her for me. I want to ease the patient's worry."

"Of course, doctor." the woman rolled away in her spinning chair and to the nearby computer. He watched as she typed on the keyboard before his eyes turned to the wall behind her.

There were over a dozen pictures on the wall. There were group photos in black and white and color. The most recent one was of the two heroes that posed with a few nurses. Right next to it was a group photo of the doctors. He didn't see himself in it, so he assumed it was before his transfer there. Blue eyes scanned each face until it rested on one of them. Wait! It was of a smiling woman. She had blonde hair and light blue eyes that shone like the sun. Her hair was pulled back in a familiar bun style. From her stance, he could say that she stood proudly with her co-workers.

This woman…looks just like….

"Madame," he got the woman's attention before pointed at the picture. "That woman, in the photo. Who is that?"

She turned around and looked up at the picture. She glanced back at him before following his line of sight. "The blonde one?" he nodded. She rolled towards the wall before pushing herself up. The lady tapped the glass over the woman's face. "That's Dr. Lucia Bonnot herself."

"Impossible," he muttered. How could that even be? The woman looked identical to the nurse. He felt something turn in his gut. He thought back to the fearful expression Esther wore and the smile on that nurse's face. There it was again. The sense of dread crawling up in him. I need to go check. I need to go—

Code Blue, Code blue. Level one.

The announcer went off and he saw a group rush by him. His heart quickened as he saw them head in the direction of Esther's room. He quickly sped up with them and silently prayed for it to not be Esther's room.

Nevertheless, he wasted no time racing away from the front desk. The young doctor ran passed a few puzzled nurses before turning sharply. His eyes briefly scanned the walls before he pushed down the hall. With his eyes flickering back and forth, he finally found the room. The number on the door read as 4219. Not Esther's room. He breathed out a sigh of relief. Thank god. The door was wide open and he could hear the frantic cries of each machine inside. His hand latched onto the door frame and he turned to run inside. There he saw two nurses already starting the chest compressions. Léon raced in and to the patient's side. It was an old man. His eyes were closed and his body was limp. His skin was a light gray color with a thick sheen of sweat. He looked up and noticed the nurse growing tired.

"Let me." he ran around and the nurse moved away to give him space. He placed the heel of his palm in the center of the patient's chest. He overlapped his hands and locked them together. With his arms straight, he pushed down and gave the man 30 compressions. After that, he gave him two breaths. This cycle continued before he looked up and ordered the nurses.

"Adrenaline, now! And someone page Dr. Lambert!" they nodded and scurried around to follow his orders.

Léon continued on with the CPR. He looked up at the monitor and snarled at the sight. There was still nothing. Not even the adrenaline was doing anything. Damn it! He kept going until he heard more people enter the room. He looked up and noticed his intern.

"I came as soon as I heard," Lambert spoke breathlessly.

"Good, catch your breath then switch with me." the intern nodded and slapped his hand on the wall. While he was catching his breath, Léon continued the CPR treatment while trying to figure out the cause of the heart's failure. He thought about the history of the patient.

This man was originally brought in for his knee joints. He was scheduled for surgery (which was a success) and was ready to leave when he suddenly became ill. The origin was still unclear. It started off as a cold then progressed. He achieved high fevers, reported chest pains, dizziness and nausea, and then he started to vomit up blood. Now, he was flat-lined with gray skin and—

Léon gasped in realization. He lost his momentum with the compressions. "Lambert cover, now!" he backed away as the intern rushed forward. Léon turned and took note of the waste bin beside the nightstand. He snatched it up and looked inside. Sure enough, there was a coating of blood in it. The majority of it had dried up and shown exactly what he feared. Black stars. He dropped the metal bin and ran up to one of the other nurses.

"Who was the last person to be with the patient?"

The nurse was a bit shocked at his question and took a second to formulate his thoughts. "Um…" the man snatched up the clipboard at the end of the hospital bed and looked at it. "uh, Nurse Lucia, it seems."

He had that bad feeling again. "Sir, nothing's working!"

The doctor looked up at the clock and turned back towards the team. "Keep going, it's only been 4 minutes! Keep it up!"

In the end, the patient did not make it. They spent 45 minutes working on him but to no avail. They recorded his time of death and set out to inform the unlucky family. Léon felt himself feeling fidgety. This was their second patient who displayed similar symptoms to Esther. Including the mysterious stars. Then there was this mystery behind Nurse Lucia. Esther feared her and this man died on her watch. Not to mention the little fact that she was supposed to be dead.

He had told the intern to retrieve samples of the patient's blood. If he was right (which he was sure that he was) then they would both show those same stars. He could remember the look of confusion over the kid's face when he asked him.

"Lambert," He had suddenly addressed the intern.

"Yes, sir?"

"Collect a few blood samples from the deceased and bring it to the lab right away."

"Uh…why?"

"I need to confirm something." was all he had said.

Now he waited. The doctor leaned his elbows onto the counter and stared down at the file in front of him. Bianca finally gave him the information on "Nurse Lucia". She pulled up her resume and general information they had on her. At a glance everything was normal. Too normal in fact. It wasn't until he looked deeper did he not find anything on her. She had listed herself as Lucia D'Amboise yet no such person existed. Or at least, she had no digital footprint to speak of. Which was nearly impossible in this day and age.

So he used her other name, Lucia Bonnot. It turned out that Madame Bonnot had quite a digital footprint. She had an account promoting the hospital (Instagram), her personal/social account (Facebook), and another she used to keep up with the world (Twitter). He found that she was married to a man named, Xavier, who her parents were, and extended family. None of that really mattered, but what did interest him was the one person she had listed under Sister.

Olivia Bonnot. The girl only had one social account, Facebook. And on it were just random posts of pictures. It seemed that the girl was an aspiring photographer. She had images of all of Paris, some of the heroes, and the occasional flora and fauna. Yet her favorite subject was a wide variety of spiders. He lost count of all the cinematic pictures of the arachnids on her page. Even her profile picture was one!

Odd.

Suddenly there was knock and the front door swung open. He turned to see Dr. Lambert and his friend Pierre. "I got the samples, Léon!" The Doctor glared at the intern. The boy realized his mistake and smiled sheepishly, "I mean, Dr. Lépine, sir."

"I ran into him on the way here," Pierre spoke as he walked towards him with a smile, "are you working on something?"

"Yes," he gestured for Lambert to place the samples on the counter. He walked over to the box and pulled out the tray containing the samples. "Lambert, get me Mlle. Jones' sample."

"uh…okay?" The intern walked to the fridge and pulled out a tray before thumbing through the samples to find Esther's. Léon prepared a slide of the old man's blood and prepped his microscope to see. If he was right (Which at this point he was 99% sure), then he should see those strange stars.

"I know that look, you found something didn't you?" Pierre asked,

Léon nodded his head, "In regards to those stars we saw."

"You know what they are?!"

"No, but I found another case of them." He held his hand out as Alfred handed him the sample. He prepared a slide for it, labeling the two so as to not to mix them up. The doctor put Esther's sample under the microscope first. The stars were still thriving in them as usual. He then switched to the old man's. It was just as he feared. "I was right." He straightened up away from the scope and cupped his chin in thought.

Pierre leaned in and looked in the scope. The fellow doctor gasped before pulling back. "Could this be an outbreak?"

"Possibly. Hard to say for sure." he turned to his friend with a serious expression. "Have any of your patients experienced any of the following symptoms: weakness, fatigue, dizziness, any cold symptoms, vomiting up blood, and discoloration of skin? As in their skin looks grey?"

Pierre frowned and placed a fist over his mouth in thought. He glanced away before his eyes widened, "Yeah! As a matter of fact, two of them. One is a cancer patient and the other has a heart condition that requires for them to stay at the hospital for long periods of time. They both started throwing up blood recently and their skin looks grey."

"Okay, you need to find out who was the last to give them medication."

"I already know. Nurse Lucia. Why?" and there she was again, The fake nurse.

"What do they say about her?" He could see how confused his friend was. Lambert as well. The poor intern was looking between the two of them with wide eyes. "Do they call her…evil?"

Pierre looked away. He was quiet for a moment. "They both begged me to not let her near them. I didn't understand it. I looked at her resume. Her history. She seemed fine."

"Too fine, right?"

"Where are you going with this, Léon?"

"I think we're dealing with an Angel of Death."

Uh oh, two Akumas on the loose. Whatever shall we do? For any unfortunate Doctor reading this, W H Y!? Your life is already hard because of the inaccurate Dr. TV shows don't make it worst by reading some poor girl's scribbles.

Also for those who are wondering why Léon didn't use a defibrillator, when I researched it I found over a dozen of pages/blogs/sites that all said that you DON'T shock a flat-lined patient aka one that went into cardiac arrest aka our patient here. I did not understand all of it but, thanks to that anatomy and physiology class in HS, I got the gist of it (at least I hope). Basically, cardiac arrest means their heart isn't working due to the electricity in the heart not working right.

Think of it like this Cardiac arrest = electric failure while Heart attack = plumbing problem(due to blood clots). And apparently, Defibrillators are designed to flat-line a patient so that their homeostasis*(thanks A&Ph) kicks in to fix itself. Like rebooting a router or resetting the computer but the problem is the human body is not a computer/router so this doesn't really work in the case of C.A. Instead, they perform CPR and use drugs to help get the heart working again. Like how when your TV stopped working so you beat it into submission and then you can go on and watch Grey's Anatomy.

IDK I'm not a Doctor nor do I plan to be and you can quote me on that.

BUT Considering the fact that I like to be as accurate as possible, I didn't put it in. Medical science is no joke and I wasn't about to up and learn over 4 years' worth of it to be able to write one scene 100% accurate.

So, Ciao-su~!