I can't help falling in Love with you

Breath

(Marinette will go through the absolute worst of it this chapter. You have been warned)

Tim's pov:

I felt warm blood dripping onto my hand. She tipped over and I caught her. "Mhhm." Her head fell onto my shoulder.
"No...nononono. Please please." I cried. I wanted to wake up, to see that this was a bad dream but it wasn't.
I could hear her breathing, I could feel the warmth of her body how it shook and the blood that ran down my hand.
"I'msorrypleaseplease...." I whispered holding her head up by lifting her chin.
"Shhh...ggh it's okay." I heard her whisper as her hand moved to the back of my head where she started brushing through my hair.
" It's not your fault." she whispered leaning her forehead against mine.
I closed my eyes and shook my head "No no no."
I slowly turning us around and layed her down on the floor carefully. I still couldn't believe what I just did.
Her face twisted into a pained expression. "What do I do?I- I don't know what to do. Marinette I ..don't.. ".
"Breath. " she winced . She was right I had to focus.
I heard a grown coming from across the room the two Goons started to stir.
"Go d-deal with them.", she groaned.
"Don't worry I'll be right back." I said before I took care of them by them tying them up and setting them outside my office door. When I came back to her I saw that her gaze was unfocused.
"Hey." I said with a shaking voice causing her to focus on me again.
"Tim. S-something's wrong." . "What? What is it?","Ahha! Ghh it hurts."
"Marinette you got stabbed.","No! No! It ... Something off Ghm!"
I pulled her shirt carefully up a bit. "What the..?"
The blood was blackish violet and the veins around the wound were purple and greenish yellow.
"GhhI'm not *Huff* looking d-down ." ,"Good idea." I nodded.
"Marinette I think it's the blade. It was probably coated with something. I think the longer it's in the worst it will get."
"W-wait you mean...." she hesitated. "We have to pull it out."," H-old on wait..." I went to grabbed the shaft of the knife but she blocked me by holding onto my wrist. She tried to push herself away from me.
"No you don't. " I said grabbing a hold of her. "No Tim. Please." She begged.
"Marinette this is going to kill you. Stop moving you're making it worse." I tried to make her understand.
"You have to be strong for this one."
"Can't.. I can't." She cried. "We're going to do this together." I assured her brushing strai hair out of her face. She looked into my eyes scared like a deer. 
"I've got you. ...Do you trust me?". It took a few seconds, than she slowly nodded.
"I trust you." She whispered .
"Hold onto something." She nodded and grabbed onto the bottom of the desk.
I pushed down on her wound with one hand.
"Ahh no! Ghhmmm!". She still strained against me.
"I'm sorry." I whispered.
Slowly started to pull. She looked away and shut her eyes tightly. "Mhmmmm!"
It felt like forever to the finally saw the tip dripping with blood. She was drenched in sweat her entire body was shaking.
"Tim." She winced. "What?" ,"Ghh you need to breath."
Right. I hadn't realized that I was holding my breath.
"We need to move you okay? " she took a deep breath and nodded.
" Okay...okay slowly." I put her arm over my shoulders and grabbed her around the waist so I still pressured her wound. "Aha! Seriously?!" ," I know.. I'm sorry. " I put my other arm under her legs. "Okay 1..2..3!",
"Mhm!",
"Sorry. "
"Fine... it's fine. " she groaned in pain. I opened the door to the bedroom where I layed her down and went to grab a jacket.
" I need to get you out of here. Your condition is getting worse by the second.". I wrapped the Jacket around her waist and pulled it tight.
"Aahha! No!Stop!! " She cried grabbing into my arms. "Marinette if I don't do this you'll bleed out faster!"
,she still fought back trying to push me away. I held her down and tried to keep pressure on it as best as I could.
"Aaaha!", " Breath, babe look at me you need to breathe." I urged her as I held her in place and pulled it tighter.
"Mhhmm it hurts!"

Jason's pov :

We hadn't found Tim and Marinette yet. "I had her. She was safe. What if something happened? ",
"I'm sure she's fine. We should go look in his office." Dick suggested.
I nodded and we ran up the stairs.
I heard a muffled scream and crying behind the door when we reached his office. My blood ran cold.
Marinette.
Two goons were tied up together laying in front of the door.
The door was locked so I had to throw myself against it a few times.
When it finally opened we saw Tim with an iron bat ready to swing.
"Oh thank God it's you." He sight and dropped the bat.
"Were..?" I wanted to ask but got cut off. "Tim are you hurt!?" Dick asked.
Now I saw it too his hands where drenched in blood. On his arms, shoulders and chest were bloody hand prints.
"It's n-not mine."
My heart dropped and I ran past him.
When I saw Marinette laying on the bed I had to fight back my tears.
Her chest barely rising and falling with blood soaking her stomach and bed sheets she looked like she was in so much pain with tears running down from the corners of her eyes.
"M-Mari." I asked not trusting my own voice.
" Is she...?" Dick asked.
"No ...not yet. Is the building clear?" Tim asked Dick before he could ask something else. " Y-yeah."
He lifted Marinette up bridal stile.
" Move." Tim said and pushed past me hurrying out the door.
As we ran down the stairs he tried not to rattle her to much.
" Wait! The enter place is swarming with police and reporters. Give her to me. It won't look weird if we I carry an injured civilian." I said and went to take her.
Tim pulled away. "Tim. She has the best chance if I take her in the batmobile." He swallowed and gave her over. "N-no."she winced trying to hold on to his shirt.
"Shhh it's fine. I'll be back at your side before you notice. I promise. But I can't take the same car." He said caressing her face. She let go.
Tim and Dick went first taking all the attention on them. I readjusted my grip.
"Aha!","Shit. Sorry." I apologised as I ran out the building. I gunned it straight towards the batmobile.
Batman was already waiting there." Quick get in.", "How did you...?", "Dick." I nodded and lowered her in the car.
When I sat down I looked at her realizing how bad she actually looked.
Pale like a corpse, lower eyelids red , her entire skin glistening with sweat and her breath coming out short and irregular. That's not normal even for a stab wound.
"That face doesn't suit you. " she groaned. "You're one to talk. You look like crap." I retorted.
She smiled. "Fair enough. Ghh..You didn't look... so hot either a few days ago."she leaned against me.
" Yeah but if it where a competition you win."
She laughed and opened her mouth to say something but started coughing violently.
"Wow it's okay... It's okay. Let it out. "
As I rubbed her back I felt liquid drip on my lap. I softly pulled her head back. Her eyes were wide open with fear as she tried to cover her mouth but the blood seeped down between her fingers and ran down her arm .
"Bruce!!". "Almost there!".
Before I could say anything else she completely slumped against me. "Marinette!"
I lifted her head up. She barely had her eyes open. The car came to a fast halt, flinging us back and forth.
She groaned and toppled over.
Bruce ripped the door opened and helped me get her out. We rushed her to the medical bay where I slowly laid her down on the operating table.
"Come on nugget don't you give up on me. Okay? Tim is going to kill me if I let you die." I said pressing a white cloth on her abdomen which caused her to cry out.
"I know. I'm sorry." I apologise fighting my own tears.
"Tim.."she wheezed desperately.
"He'll be here." I tried to reassure her.
Bruce handed me stuff to clean out the wound.
I slowly lifted her shirt. "What the f..". This was bad. "What is ...?" Bruces eyes widened in shock.
"Blood. I need a blood sample ." He said running off. "Bruce what is this?".
Marinette's breath picked up.
"Where do the blackish veins end?". He asked.
I lifted her shirt up further. "Lower ribs and spreading across her stomach. Why?",
"If it reaches her heart she'll... she won't make it. " he said coming back with a swab,a glass viol and a stitch set.
Bruce dipped the swab softly across the rim of her wound causing her to flinch "Gnhh!".
"Shhh. You're alright." I tried to calm her down.
"Jason's start closing her up. I'll analyse this.", "Can we put her to sleep?",
"No I'm sorry. If we sedate her she won't wake up. Give her oxygen mask and we can put on a numbing cream."

Tims pov :

When I bolted down into the bat cave running up to her bed side I saw Jason was about to stitch her up. Her eyes where dazed and unfocused with tears streaming down her face just like that time she had fever.
Then I saw the dried blood on her lips and chin. "She coughed it up on our way here."
Jason said when he knowtest what I was looking at. I grabbed Marinettes shoulders and squeezed them. " Tim."
She whispered ,her voice almost gone. "Right here."
She closed her eyes and relaxed a bit.
"Hold on tight to her." Jason said and began to stitch her up.
Marinette clenched her teeth and held on to my arms digging her nails in. I had to look away. I couldn't stand the sight of  her in pain.
...
"Shhh you're doing so good." I said as Jason stitched.
" What's happening to her?"
"The knife was laced with a toxin. We're working on the antidote right now." Jason said.
"And we are in luck. It's an altered version of a toxin that was already used." Bruce said as he walked next to me.
He held a syringe in his hand. My eyes widened and my grip on Marinettes hand tightened.
"Tim, Jason you need to hold her down.".
I grabbed her shoulders and held her down, as Jason leaned on her legs and held down her hips.
"No. No no Tim wait." She pleaded. "Shhh you'll be okay. I've got you."," MHMM! " she pushed against me her eyes wide open as the needle was pushed into her wound. It took me a while to realise that she wasn't inhaling.
"Marinette breath. ", "Mhh.","Breath!". She dug her fingers into my hand as she took a painful breath.
I shut my eyes and rested my head in the crook of her neck whispering words of encouragement and that everything was going to be alright.
It took all my strength to keep her down.
She was sobbing.
"Jason hold her still!", Bruce screamed. "I'm trying. I'm trying." His voice broke the second time.
"Almost done, you're almost done. Just stay with me. Please." I begged pulling myself back up to look at her.
As the needle got pulled out her eyes opened wide as she let out a painful groan and some desperate breaths.
I started to panic.
"That's the antidote destroying the poison. " Bruce assured me.
She passed out a few seconds after because of the amount of pain her body couldn't handle.

Dick's pov:

I arrived at home as fast as I could. As I rushed down into the bat cave I saw Bruce coming up the upstairs.
"How is she?"," She's alive and stable. But her body still has to fight of the poison. So she's in a lot of pain right now. She needs time to rest.". " Yeah I get it. I just want to see her.",
" Go. Your Brothers are with her." I nodded and kept walking. I heard muttering behind the door.
When I quietly opened it Jason purked up from the chair he was sitting on with his chest leaning against the backrest and looked over to me with red eyes. Motioning to stay quiet then he looked back in front of him.
I looked towards the hospital wing where the muttering came from.
I saw Tim sitting on Marinette's bedside. He was leaning over her,their foreheads pressed together. He held her right hand with his left,the other hand was lost in her hair as he kept muttering to her.
She was wearing an oxygen mask. Her eyes where shut tightly as her body shook from time to time.
I could see her grip tighten and loosen up as she winced and sobbed quietly and the mask foght up sometimes.
Sitting down next to Jason I put my hand on his shoulder he put his hand on mine and we stayed quiet watching them.