One shots

Oblivio Part 8

Gabriel was the first to run into the hallway, from where the cries were coming, Nathalie followed him a little slower, still a bit of a wobbly feeling to her legs.

He saw his son kneeling on the floor, Marinette's head on his lap and was patting her cheek, while he sobbed:

"Please M'lady, w-wake u-up. Please, Marinette....I-I...", he looked up, when he heard his father's steps approaching and pleaded:

"Father....c-can you call for help? I'll stay with her for the t-time!"

But Gabriel just shook his head and asked:

"Tell me, what happened first. Did she fall and hit her head or something?"

The boy shook his head.

"She was fine, we were joking around and all of a sudden, she grabbed my arm and then she just....fainted!"

He cried even harder after telling what happened. The designer though patted his back and said with a soft smile:

"Come on, let's take her upstairs and lay her down on the bed. I am very certain, that once her feet will be higher than her head, she will come to!"

"R-Really?", Adrien asked with a tiny smile.

Nathalie had arrived at the spot too now and crouched down beside them, to at least check on the girl's vitals before taking the situation too lightly.

"I think, Gabriel is right. She's breathing evenly, but her pulse is fast but very faint, so it could be a low blood pressure. She should still see a doctor urgently, because she hasn't been to one yet!", the assistant then said.

Nathalie stood back up, thankfully taking the hand, that Gabriel held out to her, then the two men lifted Marinette up from the floor and into Adrien's arms.

"I'm good!", the teenager said, as his father gestured to help him.

"Okay. Just go, I'll open the door for you. But be careful to not hit her head or her legs at the door frame!"

Adrien got furious to that.

"Seriously, father? How stupid do you think I am?", he spat and turned around to stomp towards his bedroom.

Nathalie laid a hand on Gabriel's arm, whispering:

"Relax, he's just worried and agitated", to then follow the young couple humming, "your father didn't mean it that way, Adrien. He just thought you might be as worked up, that you would try to hurry and not notice, because your eyes were just on the woman you love!"

They had reached the hallway, where his room was and the young man stopped, to let Nathalie turn the handle and push the door open for them.

A moment later, he had placed his new girlfriend on the mattress and looked helplessly towards the adults.

Gabriel had listened to his assistant and stayed calm to now step to his son's side and order:

"Lift up her legs, good, just like that. And now, we will place those cushions underneath them, so the blood can get easier to her brain and she will hopefully wake up soon. Natha.....oh you already did. Thank you, love. Adrien, take the damp cloth and place it on her forehead. I'll go and call a doctor anyway. If she will wake up quickly, she can most likely go to the doctor's to for a first check up, but if she'll be unconscious longer, I'd rather not make her get stressed anymore than she already is, okay?"

"Ugh!", the girl suddenly groaned, as she felt the cold water run down her temples and into her left ear.

"MARINETTE!", Adrien shouted, making her flinch. "Sorry", he said soothingly, "I was just so worried!"