Description:  In this story, Marinette was stung by a bee recently. It was a bumblebee, and it got her on her foot.

     Chat Noir felt sorry for his princess as he witnessed the whole thing.

    Chat's  POV:

     "Hurry, and go inside now, Marinette!"

     "Quick!"

     I say this with a sense of urgency.  

        I hear her mutter, "Ouch, it hurts!"      

        I watch as she hobbles inside.

       I finish spreading the treatment on the lawn and head indoors.

      I watch her prop up her foot, add ice to it, and take both the  Tylenol and Benadryl. 

       Her foot looks rather red as it swells up. I feel sorry for her.

        I give her a back massage.

     The next day, I remind her to soak her foot in some cold Epsom saltwater.

       "It has to be cold?"  I hear her shout over the phone.

       "Yes, to keep down the swelling."

       "Oh, I better throw this luke water out then."

           I hear her walk off and return a few minutes later.

           I   listen as she states, "I have the water switched out for cold water."

           "Good, glad to hear it."

          "I hope it heals soon."

        "Same here."

        "Oh, one more thing, dear."

       "Yes, what is it, Chat?"

      "I love you."

     "I love you, too."

        "Bumblebees are mean, Chat!"

         "Yes, they are dear."

         A sweet lady, like my princess, and the love of my life shouldn't have to deal with bee stings, I thought.

the end

  Until the next one-shot story,

   bye-bye, little owlets!

  -Summer out!