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Chat Noir climbed stealthily from rooftop to rooftop, doing his best to not be noticed. He wasn’t too worried, it was late and he had travelled this path many times. The streets appeared to be completely deserted. Still, it’s when you get too confident that things tend to go very wrong. He reached the balcony with a graceful landing. He peered down through the small skylight. The room below was empty, though he could hear the faint sound of a TV. It was coming from the floor below his target. Chat opened the skylight with ease. It wasn’t even locked. He landed soundlessly, his eyes taking in the room around him. Nothing had changed; it was all right where he last saw it. So was she. “Plagg,” his voice was just barely a whisper, “claws in.” Chat disappeared, leaving only Adrien and Plagg in his place. Plagg was about to say something, but Adrien shushed him. He handed a piece of Camembert to Plagg, who took off with it. Adrien turned his attention to why he was here. “Hello

Adrien Agreste awoke with a throbbing pain in his abdomen. He found himself staring up at a tiled-ceiling that he didn’t recognize. He sat up slowly, groaning as the pain spread to the rest of his body. The walls were an off-color white, the few pieces of furniture looked shoddy, and he was in a paper gown with a medical IV running into his arm. I’m in the hospital? What happened?! He slowly noticed the other bed that was a short distance from him. A body lay prone on it, multiple tubes running from their body into the machines next to it. It took a moment for his eyes to focus as he stared at the other patient. It was a she, about his age, with dark black hair and red freckl… Marinette? Adrien shot forward, throwing himself out of the bed. His legs buckled under him. Every part of him ached and he could barely hobble over to her. She laid there, lost deep in sleep. “Marinette?” he placed his hands on her shoulders, “Mari, please.” She lay so still that it looked like she wasn’t