Marinette's POV

I jolt up and find myself sitting on the cold floor of the tower with the night sky still black and beautiful above me.

I groan at the pounding pain in my head and I saw Chat, who must've brought me here sitting on the barrier.

"Chat?"

He turned around and let out a breath of relief which I suspect he must've held in since he found me, how long was that though?

"What happened?"

"I don't really know. One minute my eyes were open the other they weren't."

I hear a beep and figure that I have a few minutes before I detransform infront of him and that's not an option.

I jump up in a hurry but he grabs my wrist, I hiss at the pain of him pressing against the fresh cuts on my skin.
He draws his hand back immediately and I take than chance to escape the questioning session I could clearly see ahead of me.

I detransformed inside my room and ran to look at my reflection. My skin turned grey, my lips purple and my eyes had a hint of black in them.
If this isn't an infection, then what is it?