It Wasn't Pere

Guilt and Burden

In just a few minutes after I cried that sentence, multiple ambulances, police cars and police bikes rushed to the scene.

The paramedics got out of the ambulances once they were at a complete halt and ran towards the injured.

Of course their priority was Adrien.

They all picked up Adrien and put him on the portable bed.

I got into the ambulance with him and as I sat there, I held his hand and kept on whispering "You'll be okay."

{Adrien's POV}

I don't know what just happened. I am awake. I am conscious. I just can't seem to open my eyes. My eyelids seem so heavy.

I feel some warmth on my left hand. It's comforting.

I can hear a siren.

What happened?

Oh, yeah. The fight.

I try to open my eyes but fail at it.

I open my mouth and reply to the whispers.

"I'll be okay."

I heard a gasp.

"Adrien, you're okay!"

I opened my eyes.

"M- Marinette?" I asked with a sore voice.

I watched as her eyes began to coat with a layer of tears. Tears of joy, to be exact.

She smiled at me and hugged me, caressing my head in her warm and gentle embrace.

I lifted my arms, too. They felt heavy but I needed to do this. I wrapped my arms around her torso and we stayed like that.

The paramedics were rushing around, trying to keep me from pouring more blood out.

{Marinette's POV}

When we had reached the hospital, it was time to let Adrien go.

I allowed to him to leave and they headed inside.

I followed them right after and we ran through the doors together. I was basically pushing my way through to get to Adrien.

They rushed into the operating room where I saw a doctor. A nurse briefly explained the situation.

I watched through the glass plane.

The doctor nodded his head and put on some gloves. I watched as they put a mask on his face. His eyes closed in a matter of minutes and then they switched off all the lights so that they would concentrate on the wound.

I couldn't watch such a sight. I turned away from from the glass plane.

Why does he have to do this to me?

First, he makes me angry then he saves my life and makes me feel guilty.

Darn you, Adrien!

Before I knew it, tears were spilling out. I didn't understand this. He was going to be alright, wasn't he? Then why do I feel like I'm going to throw up? Why do I feel like I'm going to explode! This was unfair. I've never done much for Adrien but he's always been risking his life for me.

Come to think of it, I never repaid him or thanked him in any way for risking his life for me almost everyday. This was something I'd never forget.

He saved me from a rape. He saved me from a murder. He's saved me from Akumas. I don't understand myself anymore. How couldn't I trust such an amazing person? He risked everything for me.

His reputation. His father's wrath. And most importantly, his life.

He told me loved me. I rejected him.

He had always saved me but I never acknowledged it.

He had always treated me so kindly but what have I done in return to all this?

Nothing. Absolutely nothing.

I didn't even give him happiness. All I gave him was a spot in the hospital.

I think... I shouldn't be here.

He should find somebody better. Somebody normal. Someone who won't upset him. Someone who won't land him a spot in an intensive care unit.

I began walking away.

I still had Adrien's phone so I called Nathalie.

After a few rings, Nathalie picked up, knowing I was the one calling.

"Yes, Ms. Marinette? Is Adrien alright?" Asked Nathalie.

"Yes, he's fine but I was wondering... Is it possible I go? I think I'm causing a lot of trouble for Mr. Agreste and his image." I said, with shame and guilt evident in my tone.

"Shall I book a ticket for your flight home?" Asked Nathalie.

"Yes, please. I don't want anymore trouble." I said.

"Okay. I'm getting a few tickets here. There's one flying out in two days." Said Nathalie.

"I'll take it."

"Okay, I'll send you more details later on." Said Nathalie and hung up before I could say goodbye.

I put my phone in my pocket and walked away from the window.

I left through the hospital doors and saw the sun setting.

It would have looked more vibrant and beautiful if Adrien were beside me. But since he is not, I am unable to look at the sun because it reminds me of his golden locks, his bright smile, his eccentric eyes.

I ran into an alley and transformed and leapt off, away from the hospital, getting as far as I possibly can from the burden I've created with my own stupidity.