The wingman visits by NiuNiette

chapter 2: Icing sugar invitations

Mini-summery
The days when everything went wrong in Marinette's life.
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He didn’t know how it had happened. He hadn’t seen a thing. The fight had been annoyingly long and demanding, but nothing they wouldn’t have faced before. Yet, right after Ladybug had released the cured butterfly she had collapsed on the ground, body going limp in seconds. Rushing to her side Chat had noticed that she was bleeding from the back of her head and not only that, but something else in her body didn’t feel right either. Call it a cat’s intuition or something similar but it had been more than enough to draw all the blood away from Chat’s face.

“This isn’t happening”, Chat spoke frantically to himself, eyes huge with worry. “Ladybug! My lady! Can you hear me?”

He shook gently her shoulders, but the unconscious woman didn’t reply. A panic rose up to his chest, tightening his heart in an iron cold hold.

“…A Hospital! I need to take her to the nearest hospital!” he yelled, knowing that Plagg would hear him. “She’s hurt and I don’t know how badly. We have to hurry!”

Chat scooped her into his lap hastily and scanned the area to see which way to go, thanking the whatever higher power was granting them a silent place with no by-standers witnessing this event. They didn’t need to see Ladybug injured.

Then it hit Chat. The horrible realization.

Her kwami wouldn’t be able keep the transformation on long enough for her to get the treatment as Ladybug.

Her identity would be revealed in the hospital if he took her there like this. Everyone would find out who she was. It would end Ladybug’s mystery and what worse, it would definitely make the woman’s life miserable. She would become a target, a celebrity to be hunted by the whole Paris. Adrien knew how it was thanks to his modeling career and surname, and with Ladybug it would be hundred times worse.

Besides she had managed to keep her identity secret for 5 years, even from Adrien. She couldn’t be exposed to public eye like this. He rather took the blame and her hate for witnessing her private face than letting it be revealed to every single soul in Paris.

“Ladybug’s kwami, Tikki, you know what happens if I take her to a hospital like this. You must release her now, quick, before her condition gets worse”, Chat Noir plead looking at Ladybug’s pale face.

He wasn’t sure was Tikki able to hear him, was that something kwamis were able to do (he never asked from Plagg) but soon he saw the transformation sparkles in his hold and the red cute kwami jumped out, landing on the woman’s stomach.

“I know”, she said sadly, voice tottering, “But you better hurry. Transformation protects the body when the host has injuries, but now she gets weaker every minute without my powers. I can tell she’s gotten internal injuries. You must run as fast as you can, Chat Noir”.

“I will!” he replied sternly and turned to take a look at the mysterious Ladybug’s face to see how she was doing. She was pale, she was weak and she was definitely his old junior high classmate Marinette.

His heart sunk down to his stomach.

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Marinette woke up in an unknown room and it took a while from her to register that she wasn’t dreaming, but the odd room was a private hospital room. Her waking up caused a small commotion after the nurse came to check her out and noticed her being awake. Her parents were summoned and her mother arrived there in a so short notice Marinette thought she might have just made a Guinness World record. She was tearing up at Marinette’s neck, hugging her daughter like her life depended on it.