Ladybug stayed by his bedside for a long while, watching the rise and fall of his chest as he drifted off. Finally, once he had been still for long enough that she felt it was safe to get some sleep herself, she whispered the words to detransform and settled down in the chair at his bedside for a nap.

...she slept less deeply than he did, and when he started to thrash, the rustling of his sheets drew her awake. She sat up with a start as it intensified, grabbed for his hand as he lashed out.

"Adrien? ...Adrien!"

Oh god.

"Adrien, wake up...!"