Adrien didn't reply right away. It was a little difficult to listen when he was trying not to throw up. As much as his ribs hurt now, he was sure throwing up would hurt worse. As her hand closed around his, he automatically clutched it, struggling to slow down and breathe properly.

Though the nurses had done all they could to keep his airways clear, only coughing really helped to clean everything out. Finally, he was free to breathe, but it took a few breaths to really build up a momentum, and the pain left tears in his eyes. His head was pounding.

"... no. M'okay. I'm good." He put his free hand to his chest and took several more deep breaths, despite how much they hurt.

He had a death grip on her hand.

After a few more seconds, Adrien looked up through messy strands of his slightly sweaty hair and tried to give her a reassuring smile.