TW: Drinking and needles
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11:48 pm
Chat Noir: Are you able to meet up today?
Chat Noir: Like... ASAP?
Ladybug: Is everything okay?
Chat Noir: I really hate to say it, but I think these gashes need stitches.
Chat Noir: I tried to let them heal for as long as I could, but it's not working. It just keeps opening up.
Ladybug: Are you able to get to the ER?
Chat Noir: And announce to the whole medical staff that Chat Noir has a very recognizable scar on his face? I can't risk anyone else knowing.
Ladybug: What are you asking, then?
Chat Noir: I just need you to help me stitch it up.
Ladybug: Dude
Chat Noir: Please! I wouldn't ask if I could do it myself.
Chat Noir: And you told me you've done it before.
Ladybug: I mean, yeah.
Ladybug: I'll have you know that I'm not very happy about the idea of doing it on you, though.
Chat Noir: But that does means you'll do it, right?
Ladybug: ...
Ladybug: Okay, yeah fine.
Chat Noir: Where do you wanna meet?
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Ladybug touches down on a secluded rooftop where Chat Noir is already sitting on the ground, looking as if he's accepted the coming pain.
"Hey," She greets him quietly, "You doing okay?"
"I've been better," He seems to be shaking a little, "I'm just trying not to think about it."
"It'll be fine," Ladybug holds up the miniature sewing kit in her hand, "I've got the steady hands of a surgeon."
Chat gives her a half-hearted laugh and sips from a small bottle of something, "Sorry, I promise I trust you," He coughs before taking another sip, "I want you to know that I don't usually drink, I just thought some alcohol would take the edge off."
"Are you even old enough to drink?" She kneels at his side and inspects his face.
"Almost," He winces as she gently removes the bandaid from his cheek, "But nobody can tell the difference between 17 and 18 year olds anyways."
Marinette gives him a disappointed look, "I understand not wanting the pain. Don't make this a habit though." She gestures for him to lay on his back, and he does.
"I don't plan on it."
"Good," She unzips her sewing kit as Chat takes another swig, "Now I'll just need you to hold this flashlight so I can see what I'm doing. And try your best to stay awake."
"No better cure for falling asleep than a needle poking through your skin," He chuckles.
Marinette clicks on a lighter and pulls out a curved needle, passing it through the flame a few times and waiting for it to cool off.
"Are you gonna be a surgeon when you grow up?" Chat asks, trying to keep his mind busy.
"No," Ladybug answers simply, threading the needle, "I'm gonna design clothes. That's the only reason I'm good at this."
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FanfictionAdrien Agreste has one of the worst weeks of his superhero-ing life. After getting three obvious injuries from different akumas, he's forced to tell people he's being bullied to keep his identity as Chat Noir a secret. His friends convince him to ta...
