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“M’Lady?”
“Yes, Chat?”
“Why does the world have to spin so fast?”
“It’s not.”
“But it is!”
“No, that’s just you.”
At this point, Marinette was getting frustrated with her partner. She knew the concussion was making Chat super chatty and willing to share everything, but she was worried about what would come out of his mouth.
“Buginette?”
“What?”
“If the world isn’t spinning for you, then why is it for me?” he asked, his eyes wide in confusion.
“Because you hit your head,” she answered.
“ Oh .”
She leapt onto another rooftop, Chat hanging from her shoulders.
“Did I tell you about how I almost fell off the roof?”
“You’ve done that more than once,” Ladybug rolled her eyes.
“Oh,” Chat blinked. “But what about the time my baton didn’t work?”
“I was there when that happened.”
He hummed. “But what about—”
“That too.”
“You didn’t even let me finish!”
Marinette closed her eyes and counted down from ten.
“You’re right,” she allowed. “Go ahead; finish your thoughts.”
This time, he stayed silent. Marinette was about to ask him again when he shuddered.
“The world’s spinnin’, Ladybug,” he told her, his voice sounding clearer.
“So you’ve said,” she muttered.
“No, no, it’s swimming .”
She paused. Chat’s tone seemed urgent enough to make her worry.
“What’s going on, Chatton?” Ladybug murmured. “Talk to me.”
“I don’t feel good,” he responded honestly. “I don’t remember what happened.”
“The Akumatised person… They threw you against the wall like you weighed nothing .”
“That explains the concussion.”
“You just went down so fast, minou. You didn’t move; you didn’t make any noise. There was so much blood; I thought you were dead.”
His mouth opened; instead of words, Ladybug heard a liquidy burp.
“M’Lady—!”
Quickly, she landed them in an alleyway. Immediately, Chat Noir launched himself away from her to hunch over the dumpster bin. Liquidy vomit spilt from his lips, and Marinette winced at the splat.
“I’m so sorry, Buginette,” he whimpered.
“It’s not your fault, Chatton,” she told him, her hand rubbing his back.
Chat soon doubled over to throw up more watery vomit, his arms wrapping around his abdomen with a moan of pain.
“I know,” Ladybug soothed. “It’ll stop soon.”
Another retch made Marinette worry; Chat’s stomach contents tinged red. His breathing was quick and short, his stance wobbly.
“Chat?” she asked, her voice just above speaking volume.
“I’ hur’s,” he slurred.
While one arm stayed around his midriff, one hand pressed against his chest. His lips twisted into a grimace before his green eyes slipped closed. Chat’s body tilted to the side, and Marinette was quick to catch him before he collapsed to the ground.
“Chat?” Marinette shouted. “Chat?!”
No response.
“ CHAT !”
He gave a gentle groan, but that was it.
‘ At least he’s breathing, ’ she thought bitterly.
Slowly, she rose to her feet. Her hand brushed the Lucky Charm still attached to her hip, and an idea popped into her head. Carefully, Ladybug propped Chat Noir against the dumpster away from his own sick. She allowed herself to comb through his blond hair in comfort. His eyelashes fluttered against his cheeks, and he leaned into her palm; she smiled.
“Don’t worry, Chatton,” she murmured. “I’ll be right back. Once I return, you’ll be okay. I promise.”
With that, she left him to defeat the Akumatised villain.