A Series of Events

18

Marinette had finally finished her time in the prison that was the hospital. It was now time for her to be discharged.

"I called Gorilla. He can bring us to your place." Adrien said as he placed the phone down. Marinette was currently sitting in a wheelchair in the room. Alya was there, and she was going to carry the two suitcases back to the bakery while Adrien wheeled Marinette.

Adrien checked his phone.

"Alright he's down there. Let's roll." He joked as he rolled her out of the room.

So far, no one.

As she was being rolled down the halls, she gained attention. She could hear murmers and whispers.

"That's Ladybug, she's being discharged." One said.

"I wonder if she'll fight again." Another whispered.

"I can't believe Adrien Agreste is Chat Noir." Another.

It irritated them a little, but they made it to the elevator, and they got down to the first floor.

The first floor was more packed, and no one stopped them as they went to the front desk.

"Marinette Dupain-Cheng should be discharging today." He told the woman.

She looked through her computer.

"Yes. You two can leave. Be careful when you step out." She warned politely. Although that made them uneasy.

"I'll rip their faces off if they so much as touch the wheelchair." Adrien said confidently to the woman, making Marinette smile.

"He's not joking." She giggled.

The three started walking out, well just the two and Marinette, and they passed the automatic sliding glass doors.

Out side were a couple of reporters, and cameras started to flash.

"Please get away. We need to get her in the car." He said, pointing to the limo.

Thankfully enough, they made a path, but did not stop asking questions and taking pictures.

Alya pushed through and loaded the suitcases in the back. Adrien opened the door, and carefully helped Marinette into the limo.

"When will Ladybug and Chat Noir come back fully?" One reporter asked. Adrien sighed angrily.

"Never unless another villain arises. Now goodbye." He said. He and Alya ran around the other end, hopped into the limo, and they rode off.

"They sure are persistent." Marinette commented.

"I think I would be too." Alya chuckled. "You are the two most famous people in Paris at the moment."

"You aren't wrong. Hey, has any cloaked person or wobbly old Chinese guy passed you by any chance?" Adrien asked.

Alya was confused. "No? Why do you ask?" Adrien shrugged his shoulders.

"No reason."

The rest of the ride was pretty quiet. Once they got to the bakery, Adrien helped Marinette into the wheelchair, and Alya took the suitcases.

"Mari!" Tom said happily as she was rolled in.

"Hello Papa. I am officially all yours." She joked.

"Good. Because we set up the cot in the living room so you won't have to go up the stairs. You can use our shower in the morning, and your mother will help you with that like before." He said. He remembered when Marinette's hip was bruised. They got a shower chair just so Sabine could help wash her. But Sabine didn't mind at all.