Adrien
He found her asleep in front of his locker, curled up on the floor. He was suprised she had actually made it through the day, and annoyed that she had ignored every time he told her to go home. He even offered to take her or call her mom, but she constantly declined. He quickly stripped out of his uniform, putting it in the duffle bag. He crouched down in front of her, brushing her hair out of her face.
"Marinette, wake up."
She didn't stir at all, so he gently shook her. Her eyes shot open, and she sat up.
"Why am I on the floor?"
He sighed, helping her up.
"Hopefully you just laid down."
She leaned back against his locker, and he shook his head.
"I need to get my stuff Mari."
She pouted, and he grinned. That looked so cute on her. She stumbled to the bench, plopping down.
"Did you eat anything today?"
He asked, opening the locker and grabbing his bag.
"I wasn't hungry."
He shook his head, closing his locker and turning to her.
"Have you taken any medication?"
She narrowed her eyes at him, and slowly shook her head side to side.
"Medication is for sick people."
"Don't start that crap again. You are."
She was still wearing his hoodie, so she was probably still cold. She stood up, and they walked out of the locker room. Her movements were slow and stiff. He watched her the entire time they walked to the car, luckily she didn't trip. She looked dazed though. He opened her door for her, and she crawled in, curling up in the seat. He didn't say anything, just closed the door and got in. She couldn't hide this from her mom.
"Can you put your seatbelt on?"
She shook her head, and he leaned over, trying to make her sit up.
"At least put it around your waist and you can lay back down."
She whined, but sat up. He quickly buckled it, and she laid her head down against the door. He drove to the bakery, watching her most of the way. She kept dozing off. He got out and grabbed her school bag, opening her door gently. She looked like she might cry.
"You okay?"
"I'm fine."
She snapped, unbuckling and getting out. The second her feet touched the ground she stiffened, her hand darting out and grabbing his shirt. Her eyes looked so empty, focused on his chest.
"Marinette?"
She grimaced, and her grip started to loosen as her knees buckled. He grabbed her before she hit the ground, using the car to keep them steady.
"Talk to me. What's wrong?"
She blinked, pulling herself back up.
"I just stood up too fast."
"Did you black out?"
She pulled away from him, shaking her head. She was staring at the ground, and he fought off the annoyance creeping into his skin.
"Liar."
She flinched at the word, and looked up at him.
"Watch your mouth."
She threatened, and he closed the door.
"You just lied to me. You almost blacked out."
She scoffed, starting to walk past him. He grabbed her arm gently, just enough to stop her.
"If you don't want my help fine. But I'm telling your parents."
"It's not your concern Agreste."
She snapped, but he didn't care. He had to tell them. Especially if she tried to hide it. She pulled away from him and walked into the bakery, and he followed. When he opened the door he could hear Marinette telling Tom how she had such a nice day. She didn't even look sick anymore, just tired. How had she pulled that off?
"She had a horrible day."
Adrien set their bags down, walking over to Tom.
"How would you know? You're not my boyfriend."
He knew that comment was meant to hurt him, and it did. But not as much as she thought it would.
"She's got a fever, and she almost passed out when she got out of the car."
Tom looked between the two of them, looking unsure. Sabine came in to the rescue, already carrying a first aid kit.
"Maman he's lying. I'm fine."
"No. I'm not."
Adrien looked at Sabine, and he could tell she was on his side. She was already pulling out a thermometer.
"Take your temperature. We'll see whose telling the truth."
"I don't need to, because I'm fine."
Marinette ground out the words, and Adrien shook his head. Why was she acting like this?
"Stop being so stubborn and just admit that you're sick."
"I don't get sick!"
She shouted, glaring at him. Damn, she was irritable. Tom grabbed her shoulders gently, turning her attention to him.
"Marinette, if you don't take your temperature, I'll hold you down while your mother does it."
She looked horrified, and she shrugged his hands off of her, grabbing the thermometer. She stuck it under her tongue, glaring at Adrien. He didn't care. Her parents needed to know she was sick. He stuck his hands in his pockets, waiting for the beeping. When it finally beeped, she pulled it out and stared at it, before chucking it onto the counter. She stormed out of the room, presumably up to her bedroom. Sabine grabbed the thermometer, her eyes getting wide.
"A hundred and two. I'm suprised she's functioning so well."
He knew she had one, just didn't expect it to be so high.
"She spent most of the day in a fog, and she fell asleep on the floor in front of my locker."
Sabine nodded, pulling out a bottle of tylenol.
"I'll be right back."
She went up after Marinette, leaving Adrien alone with Tom. He couldn't remember the last time he was alone with her dad.
"Thank you for telling us. She can be a bit stubborn."
Adrien nodded in agreement, picking up her bag.
"I don't know why she does that. Sometimes I think she worries about being a burden."
He could see her worrying about that, despite how untrue it was.
"I'll go take her bag up there, and then I need to head home."
Tom nodded, going back to the counter as a woman walked in. He went up to Marinette's room, listening to her argue with her mother.
"I don't want any medicine. I feel fine."
"But you're not. Take the medication honey."
Sabine coaxed her, and Marinette glared at him when he walked into the room. He held up the bag, and set it down on the floor.
"You should listen to your mom. It'll make you feel better."
"It's none of your business. I told you that already. You're not my boyfriend."
Her tone was harsh, and Sabine glared at her.
"Marinette!"
She snapped and Marinette didn't even flinch, her glare still locked on Adrien.
"No, it's fine. You're right. I'm not your boyfriend, I'm your friend. But since you keep saying that, why don't you pick up the phone and call your boyfriend? Let's see what he has to say about the medicine yeah?"
It was a bluff. If she called Chat right now, his phone would ring. He had taken it off of silent earlier, in case she needed him. Her glare softened, and she grabbed the pills from her mother, downing it with a glass of water.
"Happy?"
She asked, and he nodded.
"Great. Go home."
The sound of his phone ringing yanked him from sleep, and he grabbed it, squinting at the screen. It was three am, and Marinette was calling. He answered, laying his head back down.
"Hello?"
"Come get me."
She sobbed, and it felt like he had been dipped in an ice bath. He shot up, grabbing a shirt.
"What's wrong?"
"He won't go away!"
She cried, and he looked at his phone. She had called Chat.
"Okay, okay I'm coming. You're at home?"
"Yes. Hurry. He won't shut up."
Who was she talking about? He couldn't hear anyone other than her. Plagg flew over sleepily, and Adrien didn't even bother with the shirt.
"Plagg claws out!"
He transformed and left through his window, still listening to Marinette cry. It felt like that night she had almost drowned, and somehow she sounded more scared now than she had been that day.
"I'm coming princess."
He landed on her roof with a thud, almost falling from how fast he was going. He lowered himself into her room, she wasn't in bed.
"Mari?"
"Make him leave."
He looked around the room, using his baton to flip the light switch. She whimpered, and he saw her huddled under the desk, sobbing. No one else was here. He got down in front of her, looking her over. She was still wearing two hoodies, and she was drenched in sweat. He tried to grab her arm, and she pulled away, pushing herself against the wall.
"Get him out!"
She pointed past him, to the corner of the room, but it was empty. Something was wrong. He grabbed her ankles, pulling her out from under the desk. She was struggling to get away from him, and when his hand touched her arm, he was shocked. Through the two hoodies and the leather glove, he could feel heat practically rippling off of her.
"Please! Just get him away!"
"Marinette theres no one there! Take off the hoodies."
He tried pulling them off, but she was struggling too much. She shoved him away, crawling back under the desk.
"Please. He won't leave me alone."
"Who?"
"Chat Blanc."
She sobbed as she said his name, but he didn't know what that meant. Who was Chat Blanc?
"Please come out."
She shook her head, and he stood up. He couldn't do this by himself. She needed to go to the hospital.
"Don't move."
She sobbed, grabbing his leg.
"Please don't leave."
He didn't know what else to do. He needed Tom and Sabine.
"Come with me. I'll protect you from him, I promise."
"I don't want to hurt you."
She whimpered, and he couldn't take it anymore. He grabbed her ankles again and yanked her out, holding her as tight as he could with her struggling against him. He stumbled to the stairs, practically carrying her down them.
He got to the hall, he knew their bedroom was at the other end. She tensed in his arms, and it somehow made her feel so much heavier.
"Marinette please. Let's get your parents."
She was looking at him, but her eyes were empty again.
"Kitty...I'm so sorry."
She cupped the sides of his face, kissing him hard. They didn't have time for this. He shook his head, dislodging her hands.
"I never meant for it to happen. I just wanted to be happy again."
She sobbed, and he continued to drag her down the hall. How had her parents not heard her crying like this? She was drenched in sweat, her hair clinging to her forehead. He couldn't keep her still anymore. She was struggling again, this time looking over his shoulder.
"No. No it wasn't my fault!"
He couldn't take it anymore. He entended his baton, swinging it into their door until it was opened.
Tom stepped out in pajamas, holding a baseball bat, looking exhausted. Oh great.
"What are you doing?!"
He shouted, and Chat put the baton back on his belt, looking at Tom. Couldn't he understand how dire this was?
"Please stop saying that!"
Marinette screamed, and she squirmed harder, making Adrien brace himself against the wall.
"She needs a doctor."
He snapped, and Tom dropped the bat, jogging over to them.
"Marinette? What's wrong?"
She started trying to kick him, and he took a step back.
"It's not my fault!"
She shouted, as if her father had just claimed it was. Sabine stepped into the hall, already putting her shoes on.
"Tom go start the car."
He immediately did as asked, heading downstairs.
"Let go! I have to help him!"
What? First she wanted to get away from him, now she had to help him?
"We need to get her to the car."
He straighted up, letting go of Marinette momentarily to pin her arms at her sides. He picked her up like that, her back against his chest.
"Please!"
She sobbed, trying to kick at the walls. They made it to the landing, and Sabine grabbed her legs, trying to keep her still long enough to get down them. He managed to get her through the bakery and into the car, almost shoving her into the backseat.
"Stop it!"
She shouted, trying to crawl back out of the car. He sat down in the seat to block her, slamming his door shut. Sabine climbed in and They sped off, heading for the nearest hospital.
"Mari, take off the hoodies."
She looked at him and grinned, which was an odd sight, as her eyes were still filled with tears.
"No. You know what I meant."
He helped her pull off one, and she seemed to have calmed down some. It was soaked, and he dropped it in the floorboard, working on the other one. How could she have sweat this much?
"I'm cold."
She whined, and he tugged the hoodie away from her. She wrapped her arms around herself, and at first he thought it was to keep warm, until he saw her shirt lifting up. He grabbed the edge of it, yanking it down.
"I thought you wanted me to take my clothes off."
Movement in the front seat caught his attention, Tom had whipped his head around, looking at the two of them. Chat chuckled nervously, shaking his head.
"Not all of your clothes."
Well, that didn't sound any better. She leaned into him, snuggling into his chest. He wrapped an arm around her and she looked up, puckering her lips. There was no way in hell she actually wanted a kiss right now.
"Chatton. Kiss me."
Oh God. Tom glared at him, and he was glad they were on their way to the hospital, because her dad was going to murder him.
"Uh- not-not right now Mari."
She pulled away from him, her chin crumpling.
"You don't love me anymore?"
Well, he had a nice life. Pretty fulfilling, at least it wasn't wasted.
"Of course I do."
He mumbled, keeping his gaze on her, and not on Tom. He was going to die tonight.
"No you don't. You always kiss me when I ask."
'Dear god, please stop talking.'
He thought, trying to ignore the grunt that came from the front seat.
"You said I tas-"
He crushed his mouth against hers, in a desperate attempt to silence her. She was just signing his death warrant anyway, might as well enjoy the few moments he has left. She mumbled against his lips, before kissing him back. God that was embarrassing.