Indecision is Hurtful

Chapter Eight

"Nooroo, dark wings rise!"

He jumped from one roof to the other, averting Parisians' prying eyes as he dashed off towards the direction to Nathalie's flat. He slipped slightly on one part of the roof and realized that his excitement and anticipation was overtaking him. He silently laughed at that as he continued down his path.

Not long before he found himself standing on the railings of her balcony and stepped down to walk towards the sliding door that lead to her living room. Thankfully, she often forgot to close the curtains and lock the door because she was often too tired.

From there, he could see the sleeping figure on the couch with a laptop and the tablet that contained the time chart set for their schedules on the coffee table. He smiled widely, his heart pounding so fast in his chest. He opened the door and went inside, closing it afterwards. The heels of his shoes clicked slightly but was muffled when he reached the carpeted area. He put his cane down near the coffee table and knelt down in front of the couch where she was lying down.

Oh he couldn't contain his happiness but he suppressed it anyway. He wanted to caress her cheek but his hands refused to move as he stared in awe. He saw the slight quiver of her lips and noticed the way she would shiver at the slightest breeze that would pass her. Her cheeks were slightly redder than usual and it alarmed him. He placed a hand on her forehead then pulled down her turtleneck slightly to be able to feel her temperature down her neck too.

He panicked. He immediately jumped to his senses and carried Nathalie marital style to her room. He placed her on the bed and he could hear her weak groans which made his heart drop. He took off her glasses and placed them on the nightstand beside.

He ran to the kitchen, his heedless footfalls stirring Nathalie to wake. She groaned, feeling surprised at the feeling of her slightly comfortable bed. She heard the movement coming from the kitchen which alarmed her urging her to stand shakily in a defensive stance. Her vision swerved slightly and she immediately took her glasses which were on the nightstand. She exhaled as she saw the person approaching her bedroom door.

Once the figure became clear in her vision, she screamed.

"H-Hawkmoth! W-what are you doing in my apartment?" She asked, glaring sharply at the said person.

Hawkmoth raised a brow as confusion writ in his face. He walked towards the end of her bed and placed the medicine he was holding on top of it.

"Nathalie? What's wrong? I-"

"How in the world do you know me! I- Have you been stalking me? So you can akumatize me?"

He could sense the evident distress radiating off of her. He walked towards her cautiously, his heels' clicking piercing through the slight lull in their speech.

"Nathalie. Don't... Don't you know who I am?"

"What are you even talking about!"

She threw a punch at his chest making him go off-balance for a moment. Damn she was still so strong even with a fever. Instead of attacking back, he just blocked off her calculated punches and kicks. But as their fight went on for how many more moments, he could see the sudden deterioration of her strength. She was about to throw another punch when she felt her head spinning like crazy and her limbs failed to cooperate. Her eyes rolled back and her body fell to the ground with a thud alarming the man gravely.

Hawkmoth's eyes widened seeing her unconscious on the floor.

"Nathalie!" He ran towards her, gathering her into his arms once more and rushed to the bed.