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“Adrien. Adrien, please,” a voice shouted at him. “Please, open your eyes.”
Blinding light met his efforts, forcing his eyes shut. A groan slid out of him as his mind beckoned him toward blessed sleep.
His body shook from the cold wet surrounding him.
The promise of warmth in sleep drew him like the age-old flame for a moth, succumbing to that promise.
Loud noises and urgent voices woke him minutes later. At least, he thought it was minutes.
“He’s hypothermic. It’s urgent we warm him before any lasting effects become a reality.”
Hands. So many hands touched him. They shed him of his sodden clothing, leaving him bare on an uncomfortable bed. One poked his arm, sliding something under his skin. Warm fluid flowed into his veins. Another ran some type of tubing into his nose, sending a generous amount of air into his burning lungs. More wrapped him in blankets, some almost fresh from a dryer with their overbearing heat on his skin.
His skin acclimated, soaking up the heat and pulling a pleasure-filled moan from him. Any warmer, he thought, and he might start purring. Oh, if only he could get one of them to scratch him behind the ears. He really liked when Marinette did that. She knew all his best spots to make him a warm, gooey puddle.
Marinette?
Where was Marinette?
Struggling, his eyes blinked open, fighting against the stark room’s harsh lighting.
“Mari,” he managed to rasp.
“M. Agreste, do you know where you are?” One of the nameless masks asked him.
He shook his head. “Where’s Mari?”
Another answered him, “Your friend? She’s in the waiting room. Would you like me to get her?”
He nodded.
The nameless nurse left, her rubber soles squeaking across the tile.
“We’re almost done, M. Agreste. You’re warming up nicely, but you’ll need to stay for observation a few days.” Yet another nameless mask moved into his eye line. “We hear you’re a hero. Saved a little girl before some ice could break beneath her.”
Another nod. “Is she okay?”
“The little girl? We’re not sure. She didn’t come here, but we can ask the first responders to find out.”
“Please.”
Movement pulled his gaze toward the doorway and the vision he found there.
A smile settled on his lips, unmindful of their stiffness. “Mari.”
“Hi, kitty,” she whispered. Her steps quick and light brought her to his side, her hand slipping into his. “You really scared me. You can’t do that ever again, you hear me?”
“Yes, My Lady,” he whispered. “I promise. Stay with me?”
She glanced at the nameless masks surrounding him, a few having thinned in the time she’d arrived. A mischievous grin slid into place as she whispered, “They’ll need an army of akumas to make me leave your side.”
One of the nurses paused beside them, pulling her mask away. “We can set up a cot in the room if you’d like.”
“That would be nice. Thank you.” Marinette’s smile became genuine as she regarded the other woman.
When she returned her attention to him, her smile dimmed a bit, her hand tightening around his. “You need anything, kitty?”
He shook his head. “I have everything I need right here.”
Lifting her hand, he pressed a kiss to her knuckles, creating a faint flush over her cheeks. He managed one of his signature grins. He’d never get tired of seeing her blush like that, vowing to make it happen once every day for the rest of their lives.