Luckily for Adrien, the person on the other side of the door wasn't one of the nurses, or an aide, or even his father.

Instead - and perhaps predictably - it was Marinette, who looked equal parts confused and concerned when she took in his positioning, the set of his shoulders, the way he seemed to be trying to pull himself out of bed.

...the way nobody else was around to stop him.

"Adrien?"

Her voice was soft, a whisper.