Ambulance Ride

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Previously: Adriens lips move but I don't really hear what he's saying and he reaches out to grab me. I feel myself mumble when the tunnel in my vision gets wider and wider until it all fades to thick, heavy darkness. I hear loud gasps and commotion around me and I feel my half-lifeless body getting carried while someone starts running. I can feel my brain fighting me to stay conscious so I just give in to it.

"Please be okay, Mari. I'm so sorry."

~This part is written in Adriens POV~

I reach for Marinette and for a moment she just looks at my hand while she sways. She looks like she's about to reach back until she mumbles "My head," and falls backwards. I try to grab onto her as she slips back but I'm not fast enough. Her head hits the floor hard and a small splatter of blood spills from the back-side of her head. The room panics and I hear the sounds of chairs sliding back and feet running down the stairs to see what's happened. One by one, they all gasp or scream when they see what's happened our class president.

"MARINETTE!" Alya screams as she runs over and starts to cry. Madame Bustier runs through the door and asks what's going on. Alya tearfully explains to her as I reach over to my bag and grab my t-shirt out. I place the shirt carefully against her head to cover her wound and I lift her off the ground. I hold her as tight to me as I can get her and see my tears hitting her face. I'm an idiot. This is my fault. She's hurt because of me.

"Adrien, take Marinette to the nurses office immediately. They will care for her while we call an ambulance to take her-"

I don't let even let her finish before I start running down the halls. I zip past other kids, down the stairs and burst into the nurses room. The nurse stands up seeing the girl in my arms.

"What happened?" She asks, motioning for me to set her down on the padded bench.

"S-She, uh, she was bent over as I walked into class and I stopped because I didn't want to d-disrepect her by looking and my friend walked into me and we fell on the ground behind her. She figured out why, dropped her pens, then tripped over them and she fell and hit her head pretty hard on a desk. Then she got up and noticed..." I trailed off, blushing.

"Noticed?"

"She noticed she fell in front of my face..w-with her legs.. o-open and w-well, she has a skirt o-on so I could see why s-she was embarrassed. Then she passed out and hit her head again. I tried to catch her before she fell but I couldn't. S-She started bleeding on the floor, s-so I got my shirt a-and I used it t-to stop the blood." I said sheepishly while holding onto Marinette's hand.

"I see, she must have got cut on the desk, started bleeding and from the lack of blood combined with the embarrassment, she fainted. Then when she fell back, the impact probably split her scalp open even more. She looks like she's going to need stitches. I need to call for an ambulance to take her to the hospital so she can get those done and to make sure she didn't crack her skull open."

"C-Crack h-her skull? She's gonna be okay, right? Oh my God, I feel awful, this is my fault! I-I-"

"Adrien, it's okay. She's gonna be really sore and she most likely has a concussion. This isn't your fault, this was an accident. Please watch her while I go call."

With that, the nurse stands up and walks back to her reception area to call an ambulance and to alert her parents about what happened. I start crying again and sit on the floor beside Marinette, holding and kissing her hand again. I grab a tissue and wipe her nose since blood slowly begins creeping out. I'm so stupid. What is she gonna think of me now? She has to get stitches because of me. She can't come to school with that! Wait, she won't be able to fight if she has stitches. She gets tossed around all the time when she's Ladybug, she can't take another blow to the head. I need to take her miraculous. I have to tell her kwami everything, I know she'll understand. I mean, we've worked together before. I can be Mr. Bug again if I need to be.

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