He's Not That Bad

Chapter 2 - Meeting a Killer

Marinettes pov

I began working on my homework when it started to rain. The rain seemed pretty bad, but it wasn't like I had to be anywhere tonight so it didn't really matter. The rain began getting harder and harder, as well as there soon began to be a lot of wind as well. I heard a thud on my balcony, but I ignored it since it was so windy. I heard another thud and looked up, then it followed with another one. I climbed into my bed, carefully looking out my balcony window.

Am I seeing things? There's no way I'm seeing this right. Am I? No.. Chat Blanc was on my balcony. His head seemed to be bleeding. Fuck. I can't just leave him there. He tried standing up again, but the wind knocked him over, causing another thud. I unlocked my balcony window and peeped my head out. He looked at me with his icy blue eyes. I began not being able to breathe. "Get in here, quickly before my room gets soaked!" I yelled, trying to over power the sound of the rain and wind. He lightly nodded and crawled towards the window. He climbed in shutting it on his way in. "Uhm.. I'll be right back, I'll go get a towel and some medical supplies. Please sit down on that chair." I pointed to my desk chair and he nodded, climbing off my bed.

What the fuck was I doing? I'm helping one of Paris's most wanted criminals. I quickly and quietly scurried to my bathroom, grabbing a towel and a wash rag. I reached under the sink and grabbed the medical supplies. I scurry back into my room to see him shivering. I run over to him and drape the towel over his shoulders, and put the small rag on his head where he was cut. He slightly hissed at the touch of it. This poor guy. "I'm going to treat your wound, okay? It's going to burn, I'm sorry." He sighed and merely nodded. He took the rag and held it in place. I opened the kit and took tape, some gauze, as well as some rubbing alcohol, cotton pads, medical tape, and petroleum gel. I took a cotton pad and dumped some rubbing alcohol on it. He lightly moved the rag away from his head, and moved his hair out of the way. "Gosh that looks pretty bad, you might need some stitches" I said as I lightly patted the cotton pad around and on his wound. He hissed and tightened his eyes closed at the feeling of it. That must've burned badly. "Is it okay if I look at the wound a bit more? I want to make sure I'm treating it correctly." "Yeah that's fine, bust be careful." He murmured. I nodded and swiped his hair back, as I lightly pulled the skin under the wound to see how deep it was. It looked pretty damn deep. I was gonna have to resort to stitches, it wouldn't be safe to use gauze, he could get an infection. "I'm sorry but I'm going to have to give you some stitches, you could risk infection if I don't." He let out a sigh. 

"Yeah that's fine, it's my own fault anyways." I turned back around and pulled out a needle and some thick thread from the medical tin. I put on some gloves, sterilized the needle with some rubbing alcohol on a cotton pad, then threaded it. "Once I'm done, mind telling me how you ended up like this?" "I may as well.." he mumbled. "you ready?" I asked as I leaned towards his head with the needle and thread. He exhaled deeply then closed his eyes and hummed a yes. As steadily and carefully as I could, I stitched the wound closed. He scrunched his face at the feeling, but didn't hiss this time. He just continued exhaling throughout the whole thing. Once I was done, I tied it off and cut the excess string off.

I threw away the needle, then took some gauze and put a gob of the petroleum gel on it, then placed it over the stitches lightly. I secured it in place with some medical tape, then took off the gloves and threw them away. I put my excess materials back in the tin and closed it. "Okay, I'm done. Now mind explaining what happened?" I walked over to my chaise and sat down on the edge of it, him spinning the chair to face me. "Well I was on my way home when it started raining and the wind began picking up. The wind knocked me off the roof I was on, and my head landed on a sharp rock, causing this." He said, pointing at his head. "then, I got up and got back on the roof I was on and continued trying to get home, then the wind knocked me off balance and I landed on your balcony. And that's how we ended up here" he said. 

I couldn't help but sigh and face palm at his stupidity. "Stupid cat." I muttered. He looked at me and rolled his eyes. "Wait why aren't you scared?" He asked, looking confused. "What?" Now I was confused. "Why would I be scared?" He grinned at me. "Have you not seen the news? I'm a killer! I'm a wanted criminal, and you're helping me." He said. "Yeah, I know. Why should I be scared? Yeah you did kill some innocent people, but just because you've done bad things doesn't mean you're a bad person. You needed help, so I helped you. Where else are you going to get medical help without a police call?" I said, crossing my arms over my chest. He walked over to me and lifted my chin with his claw. "You're really a brave one, aren't you?" He mumbled. I smacked his hand away from my face. "I am. Come back tomorrow so I can change out your gauze. It looks like the rain has calmed down, you should go." I huffed. "Okay, I'll see you later then, Princess" he said, climbing on my bed then out of my hatch. "Tsk. Princess? What kind of cliche nick name is that?" I muttered, throwing his towels into my hamper.