The streets were quiet, the occasional car rolling by, and you were glad no one else was really awake. The dark sky sparkled with tiny lights, the stars twinkling under the blanket of bleak, darkness. Cameron loved the night. They always loved the cool air when it got darker in the autumn, the soft wind that blew through their hair, the beauty they saw in the night. They would smile, brushing their hair back with their eyes closed just listening to the wind and feeling content. You could never achieve that amount of calm and contentedness. Their laugh was warm like the breeze, smile beautiful like the flowers, eyes sparkling like the stars. You could never get enough of them. Cameron was the only person that loved you and understood you.
You shoved your hands in your pockets and shivered, dropping your gaze to your feet. You weren't one to care about yourself - your health, your physical state, etc - and it never really crossed your mind about how unhealthy you were. You barely weighed 100 pounds - still too much for your liking -, you could see your ribs and collarbones - if anyone wanted to break your arm or something, they barely have to put much pressure to do so -, and even as Lupus and with your enhanced everything - especially strength - you could still be hurt easily. Ever since Cameron died, and Trickster followed not long after, you barely ate, slept, smiled, did anything positive anymore. It was bad and Foxxie still tried to help you even though they were slowly dying as well.
Kicking a rock with the tip of your shoe, you stopped walking and sighed, looking up at the rising sun. By the looks of it, it was close to six am; you've been walking for three hours, and now you were technically lost. Great. With a shaky breath, you walked over to an alley and climbed up the fire escape, sitting on the roof with your legs dangling off the edge. You already knew it was a shitty idea, you could easily fall off and break something or die. Even Foxxie, who hid in your hood, seemed a bit on edge (I think I'm funny but I'm not) with how close you were.
"Shouldn't you back away a bit?" They asked, poking their head up from inside the fabric.
You shrugged, swinging your legs and leaning forward a bit. "If I fall, oh well."
Hands were barely gripping the edge of the roof as you leaned forward, trying to see everything below you, which just happened to be a few people walking around. Not realizing you weren't balanced, one hand slipped from the edge, losing your grip as you fell down the tree story apartment, eyes wide as you watched, almost in slow motion, the roof get further away and fell the ground rush closer. Your body rotated in the air, your stomach now exposed to the ground. Out of reflex, your hands extended and your knees curled in, smacking against the ground with a sickening crack. Both your arms buckled, scratching the side of your face against the concrete. Falling to your side, your face contorted into one of pain, curling up as much as you could. One leg had the ability to move and everything, the other flaring in pain and motionless. You could barely move both of your arms, giving you the impression that they were both broken along with your leg. Unable to sit up, you lied there, biting your lip to keep from crying out despite how much you were in pain.
Foxxie had flown down after you fell and called your name a few times, paws on your cheeks. You ignored him, the pain unbearable. In all of your life, even when your parents had hit you before, you've never hurt this bad. When you tried to kill yourself, you practically blacked out right after so the pain didn't register in your mind; there was no blood this time, no cuts, barely any scratches, just broken bones that hurt worse when the limb was moved.
"Is that...? Oh, shit, that's Y/n!"
The words registered in your mind slower than Foxxie could hide, the voice barely recognizable. Chat? What would he be doing here at this time?
A few voices overlapped each other around you, a pair of hands gripping your sides and pulling you so you lied on your back. A scream of pain ripped through your throat as you arm was moved a bit harshly, startling those around you.
"Sorry, sorry!" Chat sounded so much like Adrien.... "What can you move, considering you probably fell from the roof or got into a fight and something was broken...?"
You raised your uninjured arm, wiggling your fingers. Your eyes flickered up and locked with green orbs, but not full ones like Chats. So it's Adrien and not Chat... You thought. He pointed to your legs, to which you shook your head, tears stinging your eyes. Through the blur, you could just barely make out Alya, Nino and Marinette crouching beside you. Adrien's arms hooked under your back and knees, evoking a whine from you.
Adrien took a breath, tensing up as he moved to be able to stand. "I'm gonna pick you up, okay? I'm sorry in advance if it hurts really bad."
You nodded and wrapped your fine arm around his neck. Marinette carefully placed your other arm over your stomach, she stayed in place as Adrien carefully stood, your weight now being distributed to his arms and weighing your legs down, bringing some slight pain to them. You bit your lip, closing your eyes tightly and burying your face in his chest.
"How close is the nearest hospital?" Adrien asked, directed towards one of the others.
Nino's voice was heard next, replying, "2.7 miles away, Hospital Européen Georges-Pompidou. Almost an hours walk."
Adrien softly cursed, soft enough for you to hear. "Will you be alright for an hour?" His green eyes gazed down upon you in concern.
You nodded, using his shoulders as support as you shifted a bit in his arms, of course with his help. "I-I think I'll be okay till then." You felt so pathetic.
Adrien replied silently with his own nod and began walking with Nino beside him and the girls behind him. It was a bit awkward, no one really knowing what to say, especially yourself as you were carried by Adrien.
~1 hour of Walking To The Hospital In Silence Later~ (Anyone read that with the Spongebob narrator voice?)
You had broken both legs and your arm. That was just great. Amazing. You had to spend at least a night in the hospital before returning home in a wheelchair and then you had to go to school in one. Perfect. You were pretty much already the laughing stock of the school because of your panic attack and Chloe's main target to bully.
Couldn't you just die instead? That sounded more fun than having to suffer.
Your legs were set, cast and practically dead. Your arm was the same. They fixed up your face, kinda, treating the scratches and had put you in shorts and a t-shirt. It bothered you how exposed you felt, more so since you had plenty of scars showing. The doctors had said nothing but had called in a therapist to talk to you about them.
Even worse, Adrien was there and refused to leave until you were allowed to.
For the seventh time, you rolled your eyes and looked at the opposite wall. The therapist sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose, pushing his glasses up. "Y/n, if you don't co-operate, we're not gonna fix anything."
You retorted, "Fuck off. I don't need to be fixed."
"Your scars say differently," he said.
"I said, fuck off. They're scars. They're the past. Stop reminding me."
Adrien sat in silence, studying your face, noting that you looked more upset and sad than you did angry. He flinched when his phone vibrated in his pocket. Nathalie wondering where he was at. He replied with a short 'I'm staying at the hospital with a friend,' and turned off his phone. His gaze lifted to you again, frowning when he saw you still weren't co-operating. Of course, he wasn't going to butt in mostly because he didn't want to upset you more; instead, he stood and strode over to your bed. "I think it's best if you stop," he cautioned in a soft voice, "he doesn't wish to speak about it."
The therapist sighed but complied and stood, bidding the two good night and shutting the door.
"If you think I'm going to tell you anything just because you got him to leave, you're wrong."
You still stared at the opposing wall, playing with the sheet that was pulled up to your chest. Adrien's eyes wandered your upper body, his face contorting into one of sympathy.
He sat on the chair, reaching over to thread his fingers through your hair. You flinched a bit violently but relaxed. "I won't pry. If you want to tell me, you can. If you don't that's fine and I won't say anything. You just looked really upset and uncomfortable, I was just trying to help."
You grumbled, "I could've told him off myself."
"With cursing and ignoring him?" Adrien replied with a short laugh. "He seemed pretty persistent when you kept doing that."
"Shut up," you groaned, turning back around to lie flat on your back, consequently making Adrien move his hand. You gave him a slight glare. "The word 'stop' was never said." You sassed.
The smile that tugged at Adrien's lips was large and amusing, his hand moving back to your hair to play with it. "I would have never thought of you as someone who enjoyed having their hair played with."
"Shut up."
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