Behind My Smile - EDITING SOON

XXI) White for Miles

The sirens wailed, blaring in Adrien's ears and worsening his pulsating migraine. His eyes were only cracked the slightest, adding to his already blurry vision. All around him there were people, some pulling out a gurney, others standing around, and doing god knows what. His back ached, and he was sure that if he could feel his legs they would too.

No one commented on the sushi, which meant that Plagg had done as he asked, or just no one cared. 

Adrien felt like he was going to puke as he was lifted and brought into the ambulance, hearing the screamed apologies of the driver as they closed the doors and began driving.

His eyes opened slightly, meeting the paramedic who sat beside him. He tried to maintain consciousness but he felt himself slipping. One second can't hurt, he thought as he rested his eyes.

Adrien smelled chemicals as he came to, the cleanliness burned his nose and tickled his eyes. Gabriel held his son as they walked through the hospital, the overwhelming white of the building making it hard for the toddler to look around. His momma was hurt, and she was here in the torture chamber.

Adrien leaned into his father's side as he was carried down hallways and up an elevator, the buttons of which he wanted to press. His eyes were tired from a lack of sleep, but he needed to see his momma. He needed to know she was okay. All he knew was his Papa coming to him and Auntie N, saying they lost her. Was that bad?

He rubbed his eyes as they turned a final left into a corridor before walking into his mother's room.

Emilie lay on the bed, her head tilted back and her face red. In her arms was a small roll of blankets shaped like a bean. Upon their entrance, Emilie looked up. "Adrien, come to momma." She sniffed, motioning for him to move closer. His father set him on the bed at her feet and watched him crawl to her.

"Is Momma okay?" He leaned into her shaking frame, laying his head on her chest and resting his body in the crook of her arm. 

"Momma is hurt, Baby." Adrien looked up at his mother with fear, his eyes frantically searching for her pain on her body, but came up empty-handed. She watched him look with a twinge and uncovered the bundle of blankets. "Baby, this is your sister."

Adrien stared in awe at the small purple face in the bundle, the tiny tufts of blonde hair not unlike his own. 

"Her name is Odette." Adrien felt tears on his head as his mother cried. "She has to go away to heaven." Adrien stared at his sister, her eyes and mouth closed for good. It was the first time he'd ever seen her, but he felt tears cling to his eyes.

"No sissy?" At his words his mother burst out, unable to contain the rest of her tears. He looked to his father instead, the stoic man sporting tears of his own in the corner. 

"Yes, Adrien ... no sissy ..."

The technicians woke him from his unconscious state as they monitored him hooked up to the machines, the beeping from which annoyed the shit out of him. He took a peek, the blinding white of the room he was in taking him back. He felt the IV in his arm and inwardly groaned. The thought of them inserting it freaked him out alone. 

He sensed them leave after doing a final check, rendering him lonesome. Adrien tentatively opened his eyes wider, taking in the whole of his surroundings instead of the slight sliver. Through the windows to his right, he saw the wisps of the sun starting to rise over the horizon, the night coming to fruition. 

He immediately noticed the lack of ring at his finger, the weight absent that he had grown so used to. It was worse than when he'd hidden from Plagg. At least then he knew where the ring was, and he could see it whenever. His heart raced as he tried to find it. With a yell he sat up, his legs and chest searing in pain. He couldn't help but cry as the pain shot through his system. It blackened his vision and brought his teeth down on his bottom lip. In all his years of fighting Akuma and the vigilante lifestyle, he'd never hurt this bad.