Scars Cut Deeper Than Wounds [Rewritten]

Chapter 4: Dame Chaton

Notes:

Some words in italics (mainly the ones in speech marks) are memories or words that were spoken in the past. Other words in italics are thoughts. The italics could also just be for emphasis on a word. It depends on the context. 

I'm using google translate for words other than English so I apologise if any translations are incorrect. Words in bold are the English translation.

ETA = Expected Time of Arrival

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Her ears were the first to awaken as she heard the beeping of a heart monitor, a sound she hadn't heard in a while.

She opened her eyes and look around the room, the white walls causing her to squint.

She heard a noise from next to her and turned her eyes, catching sight of Chris talking to a doctor before he left the room.

Chris shook her head, seemingly annoyed, before turning her eyes back to Marinette.

Upon seeing that she was awake, she ran to her side. She opened her mouth to speak but then shut them before sitting down on a chair that had been placed next to the bed.

Her eyes met Marinette's. "Marinette, why didn't you tell me?"

Marinette sat up and sighed. "I didn't want to burden you."

"How is telling me that you're pregnant a burden!"

Marinette flinched.

"I'm sorry. I just-If I'd known I would've--"

"Treated me with extra care? Looked at me with pity? Offered to start making me baby clothes?" Marinette's voice held irritation. "Just because I'm--"

"Actually," Chris' voice cut in, soft and comforting. "I was going to say that I would've bought you more food. Can't starve someone who's eating for two."

"You've given me more than enough. You don't need to start caring for my kid too. It's my responsibility to do that."

Chris eyed the young woman. "The kid. Is it his?"

Marinette hesitated before nodding, her eyes darting down at her blanket.

Chris gave a heavy sigh before placing her hand in Marinette's. The younger woman looked back up at her and their eyes met, unspoken words reaching the other's mind.

Marinette was the first to break the silence. "When can I be discharged?"

Chris removed her hand from Marinette's. "The baby's fine. But you should've told me you had a nasty gash on your side. They've treated it. Should take a couple weeks to heal. I don't know how you managed to work with that injury. Luckily for you, it shouldn't leave a scar-"

"Chris." Marinette interrupted the woman, who seemed to be on the verge of a nervous fit. "When can I be discharged?"

Chris glared at her before she let her eyes go soft. "You're allowed to leave tomorrow morning, but you'll be working from home until that cut heals. I don't want the stitches opening."

Marinette gave a forced smile. "Is that second part doctor's orders?"

"Nope. Chris' orders."

Marinette sighed. "You should get back to work. We still need to finish the Waynes' commissions. We still need to make Mr Graysons' waistcoat and I need to finish Mr Drake's trousers and-"

"Marinette!' Chris stopped the younger woman with a scolding tone. "Calm down. I'll handle the rest of the trousers. I'll get a cab back to the boutique and gather up some supplies. I'll drop them off at home and pick you up tomorrow morning so that you can carry on working."