~Marinette's POV~

Okay, I hate to admit it but this was harder than I thought. I'm not sure how long we've been trying to get me to wake up but it's taking forever. Some of the more powerful holders decided on helping me as they too had powers out of costume, they were a big help but we were barely making progress.

"Think about all the positives, if you carry to think about the negatives you'll never return back to earth."

It was at least ten of them sitting with me in a circle, some of us sat crossed legged while everyone else sat on their knees. I was one of the few who sat with their legs crossed, my eyes closed as I tried to block out all my thoughts and only focus on the good ones. That's quite hard to do when you've been thinking badly for the past several years.

My breathing was slow and steady as I began to think about all the good things back at home: my brothers and my dad, all the memories, everything they've done for me, just them in general.

Then it hit me, if I'm currently dead, then they've been informed of my death and Dick and Jason were our tour guides; then they were there when I died! If they know of my death, then how are they feeling right now!? They're all going to be distraught and God knows what they'll do upon finding out Lila did it.

Without even realising it, I had opened my eyes and tears began to gather, I couldn't bare it if I was the reason of their grief.

"Marinette, no negative thoughts remember?" the sudden voice broke me out of my thoughts, I nodded my head rapidly before wiping away the tears and closing my eyes again.

My thought process started again, all the good times with my family, I tried my best to block all the bad and began to change subjects, Chloe. She was the only one who was their for me when I needed someone the most, she helped me and practically carried me through the remaining of High School.

She showed me the light in my most dark times and helped me whenever I needed her, whether it was in school or saving Paris. She might've not been with me in Gotham but it put me at somewhat ease knowing she wasn't in Gotham and wouldn't go full on killer on Lila.

I then went onto the Kwami, they were always with me 24/7, they were with me through the good and bad, and they never failed when I needed help. They made me feel safe, they made me happy when I was feeling down and I felt do bad that they were now left without a Guardian. They could go on a wild rampage and unleash all their powers with no one to stop them from utter destruction.

Without the Kwami, I wouldn't be holding the amount of power I hold now. Without Tikki's guidance I would be a depressed teenage girl who moped around all day. All the times she lightened my mood and encouraged me to carry on and do what I believed in, I could never express my gratitude enough.

I continued with a slight smile on my lips, all the good times I've had with people, whether I have a good relationship with them or not: all the school picnics, the student body at school for all the times we've spent together even if I don't know all their names, the Parisian public who cared for me when Tom and Sabine passed, including Mrs Chamak and the bus driver who I promised my safe return.

They all cared so much that It hurt to imagine to what extent they would go to just for me.

Thinking about everyone, my eyes began to feel weird which lead me to opening them and staring at the group in front of me. I'm not sure exactly what was happening to my eyes because they all stared at me really weirdly. It was a little weird with how they were looking at me with utter confusion, eyes wide and their bodies were rigid.

"W-what it is?"

My hands moved to my face but nothing felt wrong with my eyes when I touched them, the same tingling sensation didn't go away.

The lady whose name I learnt was Joan of arc spoke up.

"I think its happening, continue." her voice was encouraging.

Closing my eyes again, my thoughts ran wild as several memories flashed of all the positive memories. The sensation didn't stop, it only got stronger making me open my eyes again, the feeling was so strong now that my eyes began to feel heavy. I suddenly felt really tired.

My eyes went back to focusing on the people in front of me, the group probably tripled in size and they were all staring at me with shock.

"Her eyes are changing colour."

"It's working."

"What did she do?"

"Carry on Marinette."

"She looks kinda tired."

All their whispers merged into one and my eyes got even heavier. If what they were saying was true and what I did was working, then I didn't have much time till I woke up back on earth.

"Can I just say, Thank you so much for all your help, I don't think I could've done this without any of you."

My eye lids dropped and stayed closed for several seconds before I forced them open again, this time more holders gathered around.

"It was our pleasure Great Guardian."

"It was an honour to finally meet you."

"We shall continue to watch over you."

"Wish you all the best."

"Cherish what you have left."

"We shall see you again another day."

I felt myself smiling at all of their remarks, I had only known them for a short amount of time but I feel as though I've known them since forever, I was feeling a bit sad about leaving them but to keep 'living' in this place with what I know, I would probably go mad. My body felt so light that I barely noticed when someone placed their hands on me and laid me down.

"Sleep well Great Guardian and may we be reunited once again."

That was the last thing I heard before everything went black.

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My eyes felt sore, the tingling sensation I previously felt was no longer there. I tried to pry open my eyes but they were so heavy, it was like lifting weights. I tried to move my hand so I could rub my eyes but they too felt heavy, I struggled to even lift it up and gave up on trying.

I tried waiting five minutes before trying again, this time succeeding and my eyes opened. Wherever I was, the room was dimly lit, I couldn't hear anything till I did. Someone's sniffles was what I heard, it was accompanied by quiet cries, it sounded feminine and dare I say familiar.

I still couldn't move any of my limbs so my eyes ended up scouring the room for the source of the sound, my eyes landing on a familiar blonde. My eyes squinted at the hunched girl "Chloe?" my voice sounded hoarse and so empty, it sounded way different to when I was talking with all the miraculous holders. All sounds that came from her stopped and her head suddenly snapped up and her eyes zeroing on me, you could clearly see the tear stains and her red eyes despite the lack of light in the room.

"Marinette."

Her voice was above a whisper and was also sore, how long was she crying for? She slowly stood and made her way towards me, she seemed so hesitant to touch my hand and when she did, her hands were so warm compared to my cold ones. Her voice broke before she lunged onto me, it did hurt because my body felt so fragile but nevertheless, I returned the hug.

"H-how are you a-awake?! They p-pronounced you d-dead this afternoon!" her voice held so many emotions, I couldn't pin point even a single one.

She held me so tight, I was scared her fingers would break. Her body shook as she cried into my shoulder, her blonde hair this up close was a clear mess. I never thought I'd see the day where she wouldn't be caring about the state of her hair.

"Your meant to be in New York Chloe." despite my voice being so quiet, our close proximity helped her hear.

"You just died Dupain Cheng, and your asking me why I'm not in New York!" she let go of me and stared at me, the state of her made me wince slightly.

Her eyes widened as if remembering something "Your family are outside, Let me get them and a doctor!"

I didn't get time to interrupt her as she scrambled off the bed and ran out the room, leaving the door wide open.

She wasn't gone for long because less than a minute later, several human being piled into the room and stopped at the doorway, all looking at me with the widest eyes. I smiled softly at the people.

"Rumour has it I died?" I knew how serious this situation was but a bit of humour never hurt anyone. It all happened so fast, they all just rushed to me and I felt a big weight onto my body, I seriously was having a hard time breathing.

"C-Can't breath g-guys." my voice might've been really low but they all heard and backed off, still sitting on the bed below my feet.

"How on actual freaking earth are you awake?"

"This is so weird."

"They said you were dead and there was no way of the resuscitation being successful."

"I am so confused but this is an actual miracle."

I smiled softly at their remarks and tried to sit up, but ended up failing and having to get help from a brother. Before I could open my mouth, the door opened and a doctor with two nurses walked through.

Their faces looked frantic and they began to move around me, hooking me onto machines and giving me an IV. While at whatever they were doing, they also conducted a bunch of tests because this apparently has never happened where a patient died and then a day later woke up from the dead.

After around ten minutes of testing, they left the room leaving me alone once again with my family and Chloe. All of them just staring at me as if they couldn't believe I was real, though I didn't mind the comfortable silence, I decided to speak up.

"I actually know why I woke up."

I sounded so small in front of all the people I love, I never thought I would sound like this, I was always so confident that it sounded weird.

They all looked shocked and confused, their wide eyes, furrowed brows and the creases in their foreheads making that more than apparent. I didn't give then any time to voice their confusion. I turned my full attention onto Chloe, "I've got a lot to explain but can I have my bag please?"

Her face showed utter confusion till her eyes widened in recognition and left to get my bag. Then something hit me, I was able to feel the slight breeze against my arms. I looked down and noticed that I was no longer in my jeans and shirt but was now in a hospital gown that showed both my bare arms that were littered in scars. They seemed to notice what I was looking at

"When the doctors examined you they explained it was self harm"

I wasn't exactly focusing on whose voice it was but fully focused on my arms, Shit I messed up. The room remained silent before Chloe walked back in with my purse in hand, taking the bag in my hand I then realised another thing. My eyes quickly went to my hand where the same gold ring sat and following, my hands went to my ears where my earrings still sat. I then looked over to the table besides my bed where my rose gold glasses sat, a breath I didn't know I was holding was released.

I once again opened my purse and was met with three pairs of wide eyes, my smile only brightened at seeing the three Kwami. Due to the Guardian bond, all the Kwami, including Dusuu and Noroo who were still in Paris, must've felt this balance shift and also felt me leaving. It must've scared them after realising what happened and I felt a sudden waft of guilt wash over me.

I slowly nodded at the three Gods in my purse and they flew out, all three of them floating above my head. Everyone's eyes moved to their figures above me, they seemed to be frozen in shock.

"I've got a lot to explain."