Marinette's POV:

I arrived to my house to see police officers and doctors rush my dad to an ambulance

"What's happening?! Dad??"
He was unconscious

"Are you his daughter?" A nurse who was checking his pulse asked

"Y-yes! What happened?!"

"He was calling for help and stopped responding mid-way of the call. We had to track his location but it took a while because he was calling via cellphone." A police officer replied

I then saw a shocked expression on the nurse's face "His pulse.....hurry girl! Get in the ambulance!"

I did what she said as quickly as possible and she rode the ambulance quickly. We were going the speed of light. Swerving past cars, taking emergency short cuts

The nurse put her hand on my shoulder

"I'm so sorry hunny, but if your father doesn't make it in time, he might....." the nurse was cut off by us arriving to the hospital

"GO!GO!GO!" Nurses yelled as they pulled my father's cold body on a roller-bed.

I was running with them till one of the nurses stopped me: "I'm sorry. You can't come in there."

"He's my dad!"

"I know, I know. But its protocol." The nurses comforted

I sat down on a chair and covered my face. I knew, he wasn't gonna come out alive

--

2 hours had past and they still hadn't come out yet.

My mother arrived from work and ran in with dried mascara all over her face

"Tom?! TOM?!" She screamed to see if he was there. All she saw was me

"Oh! Sweetie!" She cried running to me

I hugged her and she hugged me back. We were both scared of what was gonna happen to my dad.

My dad was an amazing craftsman. He made clothes, dolls, practically anything. I used to love it whenever he'd make a doll for me, that is, when I was little. As I grew up, I started to hate my dad for it. He made his crafting into a job, but it didn't pay enough. So my mom had to work 3 jobs just to send me to school. I thought it was selfish, even when I knew he had cancer.

Flashback to the morning before Marinette's dad collapsed:

"Good morning sweetie"

Marinette doesn't respond

"Ahem. Please don't ignore me Marinette."

"Ugh. Hey 'dad'."

"Why do you hate me sweetie? You used to love me more than your mom. I made you many dolls and clothes when you were little."

"Because you're selfish enough to make that lazy hobby of yours into a job! I can't even get the phone I want! My iPhone' all busted and junk! You can even see the inside of the screen!"

"I know. And I'm sorry, I have cancer a-"

"WELL YOU'RE NOT DYING ARE YOU?! WE THOUGHT THAT YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO DIE 4 YEARS AGO BUT HERE YOU ARE! SOWING AWAY!"

"Marinette--"

"YOU MIGHT AS WELL DIE! WE WONT BE LOSING ANYMORE MONEY BECAUSE OF YOUR STUPID ART SUPPLIES!"

---End of flashback---

My eyes were filled with tears when I remembered what I said.

||"No....please....I take it back....this cant happen!"||

The doctor then came out of the door, with a sad look on his face

This meant....

"Mrs Dupain-Cheng?" The doctor asked

"Yes?" My mom replied

The doctor signaled his finger to come here and talked to her. My mom suddenly broke into tears

She turned to me and signaled her hand to come here. I did as she said and she hugged me

"I'm sorry. Marinette.......your dad......."

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"Tom Dupain was a very good man. He loved his wife and child. And he still worked as a craftsman, even when he had cancer. Good me---"

I couldn't here the speeches that people were making on his burial day. It was echoing, too much to handle. My vision was blurring out. Regret filled my thoughts. Pain took away my knees and I was too scared to walk a step closer...

"Papa, come back.."

(Author's note: Ohhhh man this was a haaaard chapter to make. My grandfather sorta passed away a year ago sooooo yeeaahhh..that's how I got to describe how Marinette was feeling since that's what I felt. I was really close with my grandpa and almost cried while making this one :P. Adrien will be coming out soon so don't chu' worry! This is the start of a better "Stitch me back together" story)