Not My Princess by Summer Cheng

Chapter 8

 Marinette's  POV:

  I  gasped for air.

   I opened my eyes.

   I felt around me.

   I could feel my legs and arms move.

     What about everything else?

      Was Tikki alright?

     Where were mom and dad?

        I  heard sobs.

         I could not speak.

         I  struggled to breathe.

         I felt something cover my chest.

         I realized it was a board.

         Then, I shoved a brick. At least, I thought it was a brick that I pushed off my right ankle.

          

           I  could not get out.

            I  shook off some of it.

           Despite being pinned to the ground, I was alive.

           I poked my hand out.

           Let someone see it soon, I thought.

            I lost consciousness again.

             I could not help it.

             I was hurt. Wounded even.

              

              A  gloved hand slipped into mine as the other one carefully removed the chunk of metal off my chest.

                I felt whoever it was in my unconscious state as they picked me up.

                Too bad I could not thank my helper.

                    I came too with some mask over my face. Tubes were everywhere.

                     "Tikki?" 

                    "Marinette, you made it!" A familiar voice spoke.

                    I let my kwami hug me.

                    The door opened to the room, and a nurse I assumed entered it.   Tikki managed to hide, so no one saw her.     I smiled weakly.

                     "Well, glad to see my patient is awake then."

           Find out more in Chapter 9

             bye, bye little owlets!

             -Summer out!