Night watcher, I am Chloe Bourgeois! || Miraculous Ladybug

Neno takes charge

It was evening by the time I came to be. The lights were turned on all over the building, and I found myself on the floor where I was talking to the maze, on the balcony of the second floor.

The first thing I saw was the evening sky. A sky without the huge sun or the massive picture of Earth over it. All I saw was a sky dyed in warm orange where thin lines of clouds circulated the scene and birds most likely were making their way home.

The thought made me homesick.

Taking a breath I pulled my upper half. Instantly, my head spun as if I'd gotten off a Tea Cup ride. Those have always been one of my worst enemies.

I smacked and flicked my head many times before my vision finally merged.

'It seems I was the first to wake up,' I thought, after seeing the heroes struggling to get up at a distance.

Reena Rouge looked too dizzy to balance herself. She almost fell over while struggling to stand up.

Next, I analysed myself and decided that I would throw my jacket the moment I find a trash can. It got dirty from sleeping on the ground. Then I remember there was a being still in my inner pocket.

"Void," I muttered in a fatigued manner as I peeked in the pocket.

He was sleeping. His wings wrapped around his body like a blanket as he was breathing steadily.

. . . I guess this jacket will stay with me for a little more while.

Taking a breath, I stood up.

And instantly fall down.

Huh?

The next moment, my entire body had fallen numb, legs and hands faintly shaking. There was no energy left in my body.

. . . Huh??

What is happening? Are 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴 acting up? But I did not use Void's powers. Is this some indirect way of implying 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴, like how I threw up before because of loops?

Let's see what happened today: unwanted space travel, meeting with... Ophelia (my brand new nightmare apparently), loop and loop again with Void, met with Felix who talked about some strange letter, became a temporary team with Alix who is most likely spying on me, talked with the creator of Kwamies and got information overload.

. . . Yep. Way too much happened today.

Yep, 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴 are definitely acting up. My body is not even tired, it's just not in my control.

'You forgot you are a post-coma patient?'

Holy shit, Void. Weren't you sleeping? That scared me.

'I am sleeping. I'm sleep talking just to let you know that there is nothing like indirect 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴 but it sure is in effect and it's mixed with your post-coma body. Good night.'

Sleep talking, right. And such a 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵 explanation, alright.

I sighed.

What should I do now? My body is not moving at all. It feels like I'm in a coma again with open eyes and completely conscious.

At least I can still talk.

Now the biggest question is: should I or should I not ask for help?

Of course, I will. It's just that... This is embarrassing.

Can I not? Maybe if I try hard enough my body start moving?

I tried and it, in fact, did not work. Damn it.