I was supposed to go on patrol tonight with Chat, but I'm stuck at home per father's orders. Reason being is because I fell behind on my Italian lessons. Last week's akuma is to blame for that. Anyway, instead of me going, my brother decided that he'll just go for me. I didn't think on it long cause I was angry at father, but Zorro and Chat might just kill each other. My tutor left about 10 minutes ago after catching me up for my next lesson. Looking at the time, the two heroes should be getting off patrol in about an hour.

Flamme floats out from his hiding place. "Soo, anime?"

I chuckle. "Sure."

We move over to the couch and load up the anime we've been watching together. We get about halfway through one episode before we hear clattering coming from outside on the balcony.

I look at the time. "Huh, he's back earlier than usual." I pause the episode, much to Flamme's annoyance, and head over to the door with Flamme floating behind.

Zorro rushes in with wide panicked eyes, supporting Chat. Flamme immediately hides.

"Mirabelle!" Zorro shouts. "We need help. Chat got shot!"

My eyes widen. "What?! Oh my God!" I gently support Chat's other side and help them into my room. We head to the bathroom, I cautiously release Chat, and lay a towel down on the chaise before setting Chat on it. "What happened?!"

Chat releases a pained groan. "Robbery..."

I rush over to the cabinets, looking for the suture kit I got in case this ever happened.

"Just a typical bank robbery, but one of the men were hiding and caught us completely off guard," Zorro says, moving to grab alcohol and painkillers.

"I have small water bottles in my mini fridge," I say.

Zorro leaves to get one.

"It's not... a big deal..." Chat winces. "It just grazed me."

"You're an idiot!" I shout, turning to my brother who's walking back into the bathroom with a water bottle. "And why did you bring him here?! Why not a hospital?!"

"No! No hospital..." Chat mutters, taking the water. "Can't..."

I shove the painkillers into his mouth as he swallows them. "Yeah, secret identity and your father," I roll my eyes.

"He said exactly that and said that only you could help," Zorro says.

I sigh. "Where is it?"

Chat lifts his right arm across his chest, revealing the large cut of his suit underneath his ribs. "Right side..."

I can see a small view of the wound and give a small gag. Then another and another. I quickly turn away. "Oh God..." Another gag comes out.

"You alright?" Zorro asks.

"Yeah... yeah..." Another. "Just need to psych myself up... Oh God... I'm so not good at this kind of stuff." I hold my breath then take a few breaths to pump myself up before turning around. "Alright, you need to detransform."

He doesn't hesitate. "Claws in."

His transformation flows over him, and he's revealed in his usual attire. Zorro quickly helps him pull his shirt off. Plagg floats above us out of the way worriedly.

"You know his identity?" Zorro asks, fakingly scripted. "And about our powers?"

"Yeah, figured it out," I quickly answer, pulling out the curved needle. I clean it as per the instructions in the pack. "Zorro, get my phone. I need to watch a suture video. I have no idea what I'm doing."

"Alright," Zorro nods, heading off to find my phone.

"Let's clean this up, shall we?" I mutter, wiping off the access blood.

He winces and flinches away from me. "Sorry..." he mumbles. "This is the most pain I've ever been in... I can't imagine the pain if it actually went in."

"Be thankful you moved fast enough to just get grazed," I tell him. "Plagg, I have some cheese in my fridge. Go get some."

Plagg nods and zips out the room.

"You're... unusually calm," Adrien admits.

"It'd be no good for me to start crying when I'm needed," I respond, putting a little more force on him.

"Ow!" he hisses. "That was on purpose!"

"That's for making me worry," I glare. "Now, roll onto your left side. It's better to try and keep the wound above the heart." He moves as I get out the hydrogen peroxide.

Zorro returns with my phone, already with a video loaded up. "Here you go."

"Thanks."

Zorro moves to grab a hand towel and stuffs it in Adrien's mouth. "This is gonna hurt a lot."

I watch the man on the video stitch the fake skin. "So not too close but not too far gee that's really fucking helpful."

"Language, kid," Zorro says.

I rolls my eyes as I grab the tweezers and curved needle, copying the movements the man makes. "Pretty sure I'm older than you."

Adrien lets out a loud grimace, biting down hard on the towel. His fingers dig into the chaise.

"Pssht, we'll see."

I gag a little at the sudden smell of blood I get. "Please... don't ever... *ruuup*...make me do this again." Tears begin to blur my vision and I sniffle a few times, shaking. "You... damn stupid cat..."

Adrien takes out the towel and moves his hand to hold onto to my free one. "I'm... sorry... I promise... I'll never let this happen again..."

"The world can't live without you, Adrien."

"I know. I need to be here to continue to help save Paris."

"Dammit Adrien! As either Adrien or Chat Noir," I voice shakily. "You're important! You can't be m-making mistakes like this!" I take a few shaky breaths. "Everyone would be so devastated if you died!" My head slumps down onto his thigh. "Nino, Alya, Marinette, Chloe, me! Even your shitty father! He's already lost his wife. If he lost you that'd be the end of him! Your father used to be so loving with you until your mother mysteriously disappeared. You see how that's made him. You're all he has left. As much as I hate him for shutting you out, he does still love you whether he shows it or not."

"I-I know. I'm sorry, Mirabelle."

"Just... please be more careful from here on," I whisper.

"I promise."

After I calm myself down, I sit up and return to stitching him up one stitch at a time.

"Zorro... can you go get an ice pack?"

I cover the stitches, then secure a wrap around his body.

"Yeah, sure," he leaves the room, detransforming when in the hallway and heading to the kitchens.

"Won't your parents freak out if they see him?" Adrien asks.

"Nah, my parents are on a business trip. They aren't home," I respond.

"Ooh?" he cocks a flirty eyebrow at me.

I chuckle then flick his forehead. "Calm down now, minou. No pouncing on me. I do still have a brother here."

"Ah, that's right..." he mutters.

"Besides, until you ask me out properly, this whatever we have between us, to me, is only a fling," I grin cockily.

His eyes widen in hurt. "Me-ouch!"

I laugh as I get everything put away. "Better hurry maybe my old friend Flami will ask me first?"

"No!"

"Oh?" I smirk. "Someone jealous?"

He sighs then winces in pain. "I just... I've never dated someone before... I... don't know... how..."

I giggle a few times. "You've been doing fine so far. You don't have to change much of anything. It's friendship but more... touchy? romantic? sexual? Mmm... can't think of the right word."

"I... think I get what you mean," he responds.

"Anyway, you're staying here tonight," I tell him, packing up the remaining items. "No buts. We don't have school tomorrow."

"I have a shoot tomorrow."

"Cancelled," I reply. "You aren't doing anything until that is better. We'll message Nathalie tomorrow with some excuse. You're staying over this weekend. Come on, let me help you up." I move to his good side and help lift him. "And before you freak out, I'm taking you to a guest room. Also, Plagg is staying with me, so I can make sure you stay here."

He crosses his arms and pouts.

"Yeah! More cheese!" Plagg cheers.

"You can eat as much as you want. My fridge is packed full of camembert just for you."

"YES!"

"You spoil him," Adrien says.

Zorro enters the room with an ice pack. "Chat Noir ice pack for Chat Noir."

Adrien takes the Chat Noir themed ice pack. "I didn't even think merchandise would go to ice packs too."

I laugh. "Everything is capable."

"I gotta me one of these," he says, holding it against his side.

We manage to get him inside a nearby room. Once we get him in the bed, my brother leaves, saying that he needs to go.

"Sleep tight," I tell him, setting his water bottle and some pain killers on the bedside table. "I'll leave these here for you when you need or want more."

"Thank you for this, Mirabelle."

"No problem," I sigh, helping him under the sheets.

"I'm sorry for scaring you."

I smile, leaning down and kissing his forehead. "Don't do it again. My heart can't take scares like this."

"I won't."

I brush my hand through his locks as he closes his eyes and immediately falls asleep. I return to my room where my brother is out of his transformation.

"You okay?" he asks.

"Am I okay?!" I huff. "No, are you okay? You're not hurt, are you?"

"I'm fine. Nothing that won't heal by tomorrow."

I give a breath of relief and pull him into a hug. "My warning goes to you too. I don't ever want to have to do this ever again. Got it?"

He nods, returning the hug. "I got it."

I release him from the hug. "Good. Now go to bed."

He nods with a yawn and exits to his room.

Plagg floats up next to me along with Flamme.

"Thank you for helping my idiotic owner," Plagg thanks.

"Well, I love him, so what're ya gonna do?" I shrug and yawn. "Goodnight night you two."

"Goodnight."

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Sorry for the wait. I've been working on my BNHA/MHA fanfic.