The world is spinning and my head is reeling. Laying in this spot eases the pain and makes it easier to breathe. I try to get up and fail, I think my arm might be broken. Ladybug where are you? Who is this? A million more questions run through my mind, and just as I was getting comfortable and used to the pain the rain starts, hard heavy drops hit my bruised and broken ribs. I can't crawl away to refuel my Kwami, and my time is almost up.

Is this how I die? Cataclysmed to death by a much better, angelic, version of me? As I was drifting off to what could've been the last time I'd ever sleep, I felt someone roll me on my side and pain shoot up from my legs and into my lungs. It got hard to breathe and I thought he'd come back to finish me, but no. It was Ladybug.

She laid her head on mine and cried. I wanted to say something, but I couldn't speak. I couldn't move. All I could do was wheeze and try to live, but in that moment all the pain and coldness I felt went away. It brought me comfort that my partner didn't completely abandon me. She whispered something in my ear and left, and with her left the warmth and comfort I was feeling. In its place came pain and agony. My body violently shook as I coughed up blood.

I laid there dying in a pool of blood, water, and self-pity, as Rena Rouge and Carapace tried to move me to a nearby shop. They failed. Miserably. With every touch, jolt and pulling sent pins and needles through my entirely body. Eventually, they got me inside and out of the rain. Rena Rouge tended to my open wounds, but there wasn't much to do. Everything that hurt was inside.

I start to get up, but Rena Rouge pushes me back down

"I need to go help her," I say weakly, wincing in pain, "she can't handle.... that by herself."

"I appreciate your determination, Chat," she says, "but no. You're in no shape to fight."

I lay back down and watch as my partner fights with him. I should be out there, helping, not laying here dying. Rena Rouge and Carapace give me some privacy so I can refuel my Kwami.

"Plagg." I start coughing again. Each time it gets more violent. "Claws in."

I manage to find a water bottle and some bread. Drinking water is the last thing I want to do right now, but I need to wash all the dirt and blood out of my mouth. I watch as Rena Rouge and Carapace assist Ladybug in her battle against Sandboy and the slightly more demented and angelic version of me.

"Come on, Plagg, Ladybug needs our-" I stand up and gasp as a sharp pain pierces my lungs, "-help."

I hobble over to Plagg and give him the bread, who complains about it not being cheese. Maybe I should rest and sit this out. No, it's four in the morning and Paris can't handle any more of their nightmares.

"Plagg." I started to speak, but then a wave of nausea hit me. "Just give me a second."

I walk over to the trash can and throw up. Great. I've got internal bleeding, bruised and broken ribs, and my lungs are failing me. This honestly has to be the worst way to die.

"Hey Plagg?"

"Yes, Adrien?" He flies over to me and sat down on my leg. Obviously, he was suffering the same way I am, but he's immortal and I'm not.

"Is this what the dinosaurs felt like when you cataclysmed the entire planet?"

"Ya, probably. I'll never call them wimps again."

I almost started laughing, but even inhaling is painful. I think one of my bones is lodged in a lung.

"Plagg, claws out!"

It's time to go assist Ladybug in this battle between two villains.