It was just a second, just a single, brief second, but he smiled, and Marinette's heart felt lighter than it had for more than a week. It was him. He was back. He was going to be okay.

...then his expression contorted as the pain settled in, and she panicked.

"I—"

She wasn't a nurse. She had no idea what to do to make breathing easier for him, to dull the pain he was sure to be feeling. With shaking hands, she reached for her phone and started to scroll through her contacts. Gabriel...

"I'll call someone, they'll..."

He'd help Adrien. He had to. And she knew for a fact, now, that Gabriel would want to be here for his son's waking.

She pressed the screen and put the call through.