Learning to Love

Learning to Care

TW: Portrayal of p_nic att_ck along with an injury.

Please do not read if you are not comfortable with the subject. 

P_nic att_cks are serious. Please do not mock them. 

If you are having an intense p_nic att_ck, please call 911, 999, or the emergency number in your country. Marinette was unable to identify what happened as a p_nic att_ck, and did not call the emergency number. If you are unable to phone emergency help when suffering from this, do the following:

Take deep breaths
Sit down (I don't recommend laying down for various reasons, but if it works for you, then lay down.)
DRINK WATER!
Don't be alone in the situation. Have someone you trust beside you.
Follow the 3-3-3 rule.

For the most part, the next two hours in Ms. Dupain-Cheng's class was calm. Marinette's students behaved well, and were quick to react to things. The woman passed out form, after form, after form, and the students complied with her instructions of putting them away in their folders. For the last 60 minutes left before break, Marinette decided they would read a book together. 

"OK, kiddos. We're almost due to lunch time. Would anyone like to read a book for everyone?" Marinette asked, gripping the book that was to be read. "Emma, can you come and sit on the stool in front of the board?" 

"Y-Yes, M-Miss," Emma stuttered, stumbling between the desks to reach the stool. Marinette reached out her hand that had a book. 

Emma shifted anxiously on the stool. "Th-The Fat Cat Sat on the Mat." She inhaled and looked around the class. "W-Wilma the witch h-has a crazy broom-m. It l-likes to fly around her r-r-room." Emma started heavily breathing. 

Marinette's motherly instincts spiked and she glanced up. "Emma, are you alright, Sweetie?"

"I-I'm fine, Ms. Dupain-Cheng," Emma said quickly. 

Marinette gave her a suspicious look, "Are you sure?"

"M-Ms. Dupain-Cheng," Emma gasped, "I don't like it up here." The girl looked a both tired and nervous and she fell off the stool. 

"Oh, Emma!" she cried. The teacher rose up from her desk, and grabbed Emma's hand. "I'll be back, kids." 

Marinette pulled her out of the classroom gently. She made sure to walk slowly, but this didn't seem to work. Emma started shaking. Ms. Dupain-Cheng scooped her up in her arms and felt the little girl's heart racing. Marinette raced down the halls to the office. She came across Nino Lahiffe. 

"Marinette?" he called. 

"Nino, please tell your wife to come," Marinette huffed quickly, not stopping her fast walk. "Please." 

Mr. Lahiffe just nodded. 

Ms. Dupain-Cheng took Emma to the nurses office and sat her down on the bed. 

"Where's Mrs. R. Lavillant?" Marinette asked, more to herself than anyone. She looked around the room and saw a familiar purse. Alya's purse. 

Being friends with the school principal since lycée had its advantages. Marinette knew that Alya always carried around a little bottle of perfume. She searched the purse and grabbed the bottle, along with a paper towel from the paper towel roll. 

Marinette sprayed a bit of perfume onto a paper towel and handed it to Emma. "Sniff it for a while." 

Emma's body was shaking like mad, it seemed as though she was dying of the pain that she had experienced. However, she breathed in and smelt the sweet scent of lavender perfume. Marinette found that distracting her senses while in pain worked, and she hoped it worked for the little girl as well.