“Where are you going, my lady?” Chat Noir asked his red-clad partner. “You have plenty of time before you detransform.” They had finished off the akuma seconds after Lucky Charm and they didn’t even need Cataclysm at all.
Ladybug smiled. “I have a previous engagement and I’m quite late. I wasn’t expecting an akuma today.” She looked down at the ground. “Hey, Chat?”
She took a deep breath and forced a smile. “Yeah, I’m fine. I just really really need a few days off. Any chance you could handle the city without for a bit? Just put the akumas in jars if anything happens.” She reached out and touched her partner’s cheek. “I absolutely trust you to be fine. You are Paris’ hero just as much as I am. Not my sidekick. My hero. I love you.”
Chat Noir’s heart kicked up a million beats. “Ladybug,what’s going on?”
She sighed and smiled for real this time. “As a friend, obviously. You’re like my little sister’s age. And I already said that I’m totally fine, Chaton. I just don’t feel like I say it enough. I love you. You are the little brother I never had and I love you so much. So take care of the city for me, okay? I’ll be back before you know it.”
He grabbed her hand, stopping her from leaving. “Ladybug, tell me what is going on. You’re scaring me. Do you need help? Is it Papillon?”
“Do not worry. Everything is okay. In fact, things are hopefully going to be a lot better after today. When I see you on Friday, I’m gonna bring your favorite macaroons, kay? We’ll have a picnic on the roof.” She kissed his cheek and, taking advantage of her partner’s lovestruck distraction, swung off in the direction of the hospital.
“I wish you would stop acting like you’re going to die,” Tikki said as Emma detransformed. “You’re just donating a kidney. The mortality rate is 0.03%. You really expect Lady Luck to be one of three in ten thousand?”
“How likely is it that my baby sister would be dying from kidney failure at fifteen, huh? How likely is it that despite being at the top of the list for over a year, a compatible kidney has never come? How likely is all that, Tikki?” Emma started crying. Tikki knew that Emma was terrified. She knew that Emma would never forgive herself for hoping and praying every day that some O-neg guy would be brain dead from a motorcycle accident.
“I know. I know. I’m just trying to tell you what you told Chat, that you’re going to wake up after surgery and both you and Marinette are going to be healthy and fine and all will be well. And I know you were just putting on a face but I am not. You will be okay, Emma.”
The nineteen year old girl pulled out a drawing of Ladybug that Marinette made. “This is what Mari always said I should look like. Make sure her costume looks like this. She complains just about every day that Ladybug looks like she’s wearing PJs.”
Tikki hugged her. “While I disagree that you need to be making these arrangements because you will be fine, I’m proud of you for being mature enough to do an advanced directive just in case. You told your parents to not let Marinette open it unless she was 100% alone, right?”
Emma chuckled. “Of course I did. I even wrote it down in case emotion clouds their memories. You’re sure Master Fu will be okay with me choosing the next Ladybug?”
Tikki crossed her arms. “Master Fu is with me that you’ll wake up tomorrow embarrassed that you wrote up a will, but yes, he thinks your judgement is wise.”
Emma scrunched up her face. “You know, I can understand you guys making fun of me for being actually scared but you know that Mari wouldn’t have made her AD and Living Will if her big sis didn’t.”
“Yes, yes, yes. I agree both of those need to be less stigmatized. You did a good thing. Blah blah blah. Now hurry up and dry your face. You’re needed for pre-op in an hour and you should get some extra family time in since you’re so worried about dying from a simple surgery.” Emma laughed. “Now go!”
“Thanks, Tikki. I love you.”
“I love you too. Now stop telling people you’re gonna die.”
Marinette woke up with her parents next to her. “Did the surgery work? Do I have a working kidney?” Her father was sobbing loudly. “Oh no…. how long do I have?”
Her mother held her hand. “Your surgery was a success, baby. You’re going to live a very long life.”
“Then why is Dad-” Marinette started hyperventilating. “Where’s Emma?” “Where is my sister?!”
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