While Gabriel headed downstairs to say goodbye to his guests, Nathalie lost herself in a good fantasy book, until she heard a knock at her door.
"Yes!", the bedridden woman responded to the knocking and the door was pushed open, revealing Adrien from behind it.
The young teenager sat next to his mother figure on the bed, just enjoying her company.
"How was the party, Adrien?", the raven-haired woman questioned, since she was unable to leave her room and thus just listened to the noises happening underneath her floor boards.
"It was horrible!", the sunshine child blurted out, causing the woman next to him to furrow her brows in confusion.
"Chloe kept looking for a phone, even though they were all locked away for privacy, Felix kept disappearing and things were just awkward between me and Kagami since our breakup!".
"I'm sorry you had to go through all that, I didn't know about the breakup, because I've been stuck in here!", Nathalie apologised to the cinnamon roll child.
She tried to give him a hug, but he backed away, fear eminent in his eyes.
"Is everything alright?", Nathalie questioned, wondering why the young model looked so scared, "I'm s-s-scared if I a-a-accidentally h-h-hurt you!", Adrien stuttered, causing the dark-haired woman to guffaw.
"what's so funny?", the now young teenager questioned, thinking that he had said something wrong, "oh Adrien!", she tried to calm down from her laughter, "I'm not fragile, I'm just in pain, that's all!", she admitted, causing him to relax.
They both hugged each other, the bedridden woman wrapped her hands around the teenager, who she sees as her son and the sunshine child wrapped his hands around her neck, to avoid hurting her already painful waist.
A few minutes later, Gabriel returned back from downstairs and Adrien left her bedroom, giving the two adults some privacy.
"How are you feeling?", the designers question, sitting next to her, "I'm ok, I'm just in pain!".
"Anything I can do to help?", the designer sympathetically offered his help.
"Can you help me to the bathroom, I need to pee and take a shower, because I'm roasting in these pyjamas!", Nathalie wiped the dripping beads of sweat of her forehead.
"Well, it is 56C. I'll look for some much cooler pyjamas once you've come out of the shower!", he spoke, placing a hand on her back, that felt like fire.
While the blonde man was feeling the dark-haired woman's back, he noticed her dinner tray, still there and untouched.
"Why haven't you eaten anything?", he gave the bedridden woman a concerned expression, worried about her health, but all she said was that she doesn't feel like eating.
Gabriel wrapped his right arm around Nathalie's back and his left hand was interlinked with hers, helping her walk towards the bathroom.
They were now standing in front of the toilet and just before the fashion designer left his assistant to do her business, she asked:
"Can you help me undo my belt!".
The dark-haired woman lifted her shirt up to the bottom of her bra and the blonde man undid her belt, noticing how her ribs were poking through her skin.
"You've got to start eating your dinner, Nath, your bones are literally poking out!", he spoke, finishing undoing the belt and her trousers fell to the ground.
"I don't like it, it irritates my stomach!", she complained, "now can you please leave, I'm so close to literally peeing my pants!", Nathalie blurted out, turning pink from embarrassment.
"ok, and while your doing that, I'll make something that won't irritate you!", her boss said, before leaving the bathroom.
While she was urinating, the designer made some chicken soup, placing a plate cover over the top to keep it warm.
When he returned to their bedroom, just as he placed the tray on her bedside table, he heard the flush, and now he was praying for her to be ok, because he knew her legs were very weak.
Nathalie had just finished washing her hands and she sat on her chair, which helps her shower because she can't stand up for very long, due to her prolong conditions caused by the peacock miraculous.
Forty minutes later, Nathalie had just finished showering, but as she was getting up, she started feeling light headed and quickly grabbed onto the glass shelf to stop herself from collapsing to the floor, but the shelf couldn't take her weight and it shattered into smithereens around her.
Gabriel heard glass shattering from inside the bathroom and he quickly went inside, totally forgetting that his assistant was taking a shower.
Just as he was about to approach the shower curtain, he heard the dark-haired woman's voice from behind it, saying:
"Don't come any closer, Gabe, I'm naked!".
"Ok, I'm going to close my eyes and hand you a towel to cover yourself with, tell me when I can pull the curtain back!", the blonde man improvised, respecting her privacy.
He walked to the bathroom door, grabbing her towel, before making his way back to the curtain, closing his eyes and passing her the towel.
"ok, you can pull the curtains back now!".
Gabriel did as she said and once the curtain was pulled all the way back, he lifted Nathalie in a bridal position, carefully walking over the shards of glass, making it to their bedroom.
Gabriel placed Nathalie on the double bed, trying to open her towel, but she kept putting her hands over it, holding it together.
"Please, Nath, just let me check you over, encase any pieces of glass cut you, I promise I won't judge you!", the blonde man spoke sympathetically, desperately wanting to help her.
Nathalie removed her hands, allowing the designer to open her towel and examine her.
He noticed shards of glass in both of the dark-haired woman's knees and in her pubic area.
"Nath, you've got glass in your knees and pubic region, I'm going to take it out, clean your cuts and then I'll find you something cool to wear in this heat!", he ranted while massaging her forehead to keep her calm.
The blonde man carefully took the glass out of his assistant's skin, cleaning her cuts and putting plasters over them to stop the cuts from becoming infected. He then rummaged through her wardrobe, looking for something for her to wear.
He picked out a wine red crop top with thin straps and matching shorts, handing it to her.
Nathalie sat up on the bed, easily putting the crop top on, but her legs were too weak for her to stand up and slip them through the holes in the shorts, so she asked her boss for some help.
Gabriel rolled the shorts up her legs and his assistant tried to lift her bum up, with what little strength she had left.
Luckily, the designer had managed to pull her shorts up to her hips, before her muscles gave in, causing her to collapse onto the bed.
Now that the dark-haired woman was finally changed into something more suitable for the warm weather.
The blonde man tucked her underneath the thin blanket, handing her the tray, that had been waiting on her bedside table, before joining her in bed.
"Here! I made you some chicken soup, so it won't irritate your stomach!", Gabriel said thoughtfully, hoping this would help her gain a bit of weight and keep her bones inside her skin, not the other way round.
Nathalie had managed to finish the entire bowl of soup, without her abdomen hurting the slightest bit.
A few minutes later, the dark-haired woman was now resting her head on her bosses chest and they both drifted off into a deep sleep.
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Miraculous: One Shots
DiversosA collection of thoughts and ideas that appeared in my mind. Hope you like it. This story is written by me, but the show still belongs to Thomas Astruc and Jeremy Zag.
