... how was he going to tell her that he didn't remember her name?

The pain increased, throbbing in time with his heart, and he felt sick again. Adrien squeezed as he settled back down into the pillows, forcing himself to take a full breath and focus on her as best he could.

A coughing fit interrupted him, pain lanced through his chest again, and he was momentarily speechless with it. The color left his face, and he shut his eyes, breathing slowly.

"How bad am I hurt?" he asked.