Discordant Sonata

Chapter 17: Lullaby (Part 3 of 3)

(Mood Music: The Lonely - Christina Perri)

This was most certainly not a good night. Marinette's bleary eyes glanced over at the clock next to her bed.

3:00 AM, it said.

She groaned inwardly. She'd woken up about an hour ago and hadn't been able to go back to sleep, despite being completely bushed.

Something just felt... off. Her stomach was churning and her skin felt like pins and needles. Should she check to make sure the front door is locked? Did she forget to do any homework? Was there a test tomorrow in one of her classes? She just couldn't think of anything that would require her attention. Why was she feeling so stressed?? Frustration had set in, and she dreaded having to go to school tomorrow (or rather, later today, in a few hours' time).

Maybe she just needed some water to calm down her nerves. Because that's clearly what it was, right? Just some subconscious anxiety, maybe about the future, or getting into a good university, or having to defeat Hawkmoth.

Well... when put in that way, she supposed there were a few rather stressful things happening in her life. But even still! She hardly ever had a hard time sleeping before, because she was always exhausted!

She slowly scooted out of the bed, careful not to wake Tikki, and climbed down from her loft. Letting out a lengthy yawn, she made her way downstairs to the kitchen and poured herself a glass of water. Maybe that would help settle her stomach.

And yet somehow, now that she was here, the uneasy feeling intensified.

What the hell?!

The last time she'd felt this kind of unexplained restlessness and malaise was when...

...When she'd found Chat in that alley after his confrontation with Hawkmoth.

Panic sunk into her gut and she bolted towards Chat's bedroom. She reached the door and was about to burst inside, but she paused. Maybe stampeding into someone's room uninvited while they were asleep was a bad idea. Not wanting to wake him up, but not willing to leave until she was sure of his safety, she instead crouched and placed her ear against the door.

Expecting to hear nothing except maybe some light snoring, Marinette's eyes widened when instead she heard whimpering and sobbing. Needing no further invitation, she entered the room.

Chat was curled up in a fetal position facing away from the door, shaking and crying. It was too dark to see clearly, but she could tell he wasn't transformed.

Is he upset? Is he sick??

She called his name with a small voice, "Chat Noir?"

The panting and sobbing continued, getting stronger and stronger with each second that passed.

"Chat, what's the matter?" She sat on the bed and placed her hand on his back. The fabric of his shirt clung to his skin; his body was drenched in sweat.

Again, there was no response. By this point he began to toss and turn, almost thrashing in distress and terror.

He's still asleep, Marinette realized.

"Chat, wake up!" she cried, shaking him vigorously, trying to rouse him from his nightmare. "Kitty, please! Wake up!"

He turned towards her, hair covering his face and sticking to the damp skin, and she had to force herself to not look at him directly to keep his identity a secret.