Unforgettable

Chapter 2: To The Hospital

She lay limp on the streets of...wherever she was. She wasn't quite sure. Glancing around all she could see were cars huddled together. A smaller group of them were in the center, and they were all badly dented and crushed. That's kind of how she felt right now.

She looked back up towards the worried expression on the person who had just asked her name. She barely managed to get out the response, her head felt heavy and and her brain felt fuzzy.

"Um, what did you call me earlier? Princess er, something? Is that it?" She saw a bead of sweat trickle down the boy's face. He ran his gloved fingers through his hair and looked down at the ground. Seeing him more clearly now, he was funny looking. He had cat ears on top of his head and a weird black leather suit. A belt hung off the back of him, making a tail. Then to seem like some sort of hero he had a mask covering his eyes. She tried to giggle, but winced as she felt the stinging in the back of her head. That grabbed the oddly dressed kid's attention.

"Okay, we need to get you to a doctor." He picked her up and cradled her like a baby, "I'll explain basic things you need to know on the way." And with that, he bounced up and into the air! They were over rooftops and trees. She thought she was going to die.

"AAAAAHHH!" She screamed, as she frantically hit him in the chest. "Let me go you crazy person! What are you doing?!" She yelled again, but it soon turned into a strangled yelp as the pain in her scalp became worse. Said crazy person set her down gently on the rooftop they had just landed on. His hand cupped her cheek lightly and tried to calm her down.

"Shh..." he whispered softly, "I know you don't understand what's going on, and I know you're in extreme pain," Her breathing began to slow down, "but right now I need you to trust me." He was staring into her eyes. If her pupil shifted to one side of his face, his would follow and meet up with her again. She opened her mouth slowly.

"But...how can I trust you if I don't even know your name?" He smirked and let out a little chuckle.

"My name is Chat Noir. I'm one of the multiple heros in Paris." The blue-haired girl's eyes widened at that, "So you can definitely trust me." She nodded her head slowly and her eyes began to close. She was unconscious again. All she remembers is her body being lifted once more as her senses gave way.

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As she slipped out of conscious for the second time, Chat Noir wasted no time picking up her limp body and rushing back over rooftops. He couldn't lose her, he wouldn't let it happen.

Tears streamed down his face at the thought of his bubbly classmate, Marinette, being gone forever. She was such a wonderful person, and he couldn't imagine a life without her in it. Carefully, he wiped off the final drop sliding down his cheek, not wanting to release his firm grip on the girl.

He burst into the nearest hospital, everyone stopping and staring at the hero as he runs to the front desk. Some had their phones out and were attempting to take pictures of the scene. Chat grimaced under his mask, thinking how vain people are to play paparazzi at a time like this.

As he locked eyes with the lady at the front desk, she seemed a bit tense and her mouth was agape. Settling his nerves, he put on a reassuring smile and he saw her ease up a bit.

"Hello ma'am," He began calmly, "this civilian was injured badly in a car crash. She's losing blood severely quick. Can you help?" He swallowed the lump in his throat before speaking again, holding back the tears that so desperately wanted to burst through, "Please."

She nodded and went back to bring out nurses who took Mari from Chat's arms and loaded her on to a stretcher. Before he knew it, the smell of hand sanitizer and disinfectant filled his nose as he waited outside the room.