"Good round, Adrien," My fencing teacher, Mr. D pats my shoulder. "Keep it up, and you'll have another medal." I thank him and head back to the locker room for water.

He's right, the match is going well, but I'm really distracted today. I miss Mother terribly, and lately, it's been worse then ever. I wish I could talk to Marinette or Ladybug more about it, but talking about her makes me sad.

"You okay, kid?" Plagg's voice brings me back to the present. Oh, yeah. I was getting my water bottle. I take a long swig as fencing is thirsty work, sitting down on the bench. I turn to give Plagg a hunk of Camembert, when it happens. My heartbeat speeds up and my hands get sweaty, and I drop the bottle, dousing it all over Plagg.

"I'm so sorry!" I gasp, reaching for the water. And then I freeze. The tears are coming, hot and salty. Breathe, Adrien. Breathe.

"Hey, I'm here," Plagg is against my cheek, and I hug him to my cheek, nuzzling him. I don't know what I would do without Plagg. "Plagg, it's coming back again," I whisper. "The depression?" I nod.

"Adrien, you know you can pull out. No one will think any less of you." A picture of my father's face floats into my vision, frowning. "No, Adrien. Your a Agreste."

"No, I'll be fine." I put back on my gloves, shoving the fear away. Plagg sighs.

The crowd is loud as I step back into the arena, and I don't like the noise, the bright lights. Even through my gloves, my hands feel clammy.

When the buzzer sounds, I jump and lunge forward, but immediately I know Plagg was right, I should have….

"Adrien, where are you?" Mother's sweet voice floats in my ears and I hear my younger self, giggling. "Here I yam!" I scurry into her arms. I love you!"

Flump! Before I know what's happening, I fall to the ground, hot pain searing up my right arm. A halt is called, and the crowd falls into a silent hush.

"Adrien? Adrien?" Mr. D kneels down beside me. "Are you hurt?" I nod my head, but I can't speak. I want my mother, I want my Bugaboo….

"Don't worry, I've already called the ambulance," a sweet, but authoritative voice says. A voice I would know anywhere.

Ladybug. "Where does it hurt?" she asks, her voice soft and gentle now. "My arm…." "Here," she holds out her gloved hand, placing her hand in my mine. "It's going to be okay."

I'm a bit surprised when Ladybug accompanies me in the ambulance. "I saw part of the match from the school roof. What were you thinking about?" she asks, brushing my sweaty bangs away from my forehead. "My mother. I should have pulled out sooner. I'm…." I bite my lip. "I'm having a hard time, Ladybug." She looks like she wants to say more, but we pull up to the hospital.

My wrist is broken, and I'll have to wear a cast for awhile. Ladybug enters my room, even though I'm sleepy. "If you need to talk, Adrien, don't hesitate to talk to me or Marinette."

I nod, my eyes closing from the pain meds. Depression is scary, but I don't feel so alone now with Ladybug being my best friend.