He's Not That Bad

Chapter 26 - Talking To Her Sleeping Beauty

Marinettes pov

       I woke up to Alya shaking me and calling my name. "..nette! Marinette! Are you okay girl? You started crying in your sleep and saying no!" Alya asked concerned. I raised my hands up to my face and wiped my eyes, feeling hot tears wipe off my face. "Yeah just... Another bad dream.." I mumbled as I sat up and sighed heavily. "Want to talk about it?" Alya asked rubbing my back softly. I nodded slowly in response. I told her about my dream, about how he lost his memory and about how much it hurt. She comforted me and assured me that wouldn't happen and that it would all turn out okay.

That day we decided to go and visit Luka, and see how he was doing. We called Luka and asked if he was free, and luckily he was. Today was Sunday, so it was the last day of my weekend. We met up with him at a coffee shop and began catching up. "So, how are things going between you and Adrien, Marinette?" Luka asked with a smile as he took a sip of his coffee. My face went sour and I slightly groaned sourly. "Well about that he's... In a coma.." I mumbled. Luka practically spat out his coffee when he heard. "Marinette I'm so sorry. Is he going to be okay?" Luka asked placing his hand over mine in a friendly manner. I slightly smiled at him and nodded. "The hospital said he should be awake within the next two weeks"

Luka let out a sigh of relief and removed his hand from mine. "That's good to hear, Marinette. I'm glad he'll be okay." Luka said softly. I nodded with a smile in reply. "So, how's Kitty Section going?" Alya asked with a smile. "It's going great! We've started getting bigger, by next year were planning to travel to the USA to do a tour!" Luka exclaimed happily. Alya and I clapped and congratulated him. We continued talking over coffee, until he had to go home for practice. Alya headed home, leaving me with the rest of the night to do whatever I want. I decided to design some more patterns, while listening to some light music. Designing always helped put my mind at ease, though I couldn't stop thinking about Adrien. Maybe I should visit him again.. yeah, I'll go visit him again. I rushed downstairs and threw on my shoes. "hey mama, papa, I'm going to visit Adrien again" I said while rushing out the door.

Right now, I didn't care about anything but him. I wanted to see him. No-- I needed to see him. I had a gut feeling, I couldn't tell if it was good or bad, but I could definetly tell it was about him. This is when I decided I'd visit him every day until he woke up. I was running faster than I ever thought I could. The wind blowing against my face. My hair, let loose in the wind blowing back behind me. I could hear the wind whooshing in my ears, as I ran towards the hospital. Once I arrived I stopped I'm the lobby and began heavily panting. I checked in with the lobby and walked to his room. Once I started getting closer, I could feel my heart pounding in my chest but I could also feel my stomach churning. Was something wrong? Why do I feel so sick all of a sudden? I'm sure it's just a belly ache from the coffee. I thought as I opened the door to his room and walked in, sitting next to him. I interlocked hands with him again and smiled.

Adrien's pov

Where am I? What's going on? I thought as I heard a door click open. I heard someone sit next to me, then I felt fingers interlock into my hand. "Hi Adrien, I'm visiting again" I heard a soft familiar voice say. "I'm not sure what it is, buy something in me is drawing me here and I feel like I need to be here. So until you wake up, I'll be visiting you daily" the familiar voice said. "I hope you're comfortable, and I hope you wake up sooner than you know it. I visited Luka today, he said he wishes you the best. He's planning on going to the USA for a tour next year with Kitty Section!" The voice said. They seemed to go on for awhile updating me on who were probably my friends and family.

After about an hour of this person talking, I heard them say they should get home. I heard them stand up, then I felt a soft kiss planted on my lips. It was short, but soft and gentle. I then heard the door click close as they left, leaving me with only my thoughts and the sounds of the monitors in the room.