Adrien tried to nod, but he hurt too badly to do so. Instead he smiled and sank back down into the pillows as Marinette left, feeling ridiculous. He was literally bedridden, could feel that he hadn't had a proper shower in ages, and he'd recently had some part of his head blown off.

He must have closed his eyes, because when he opened them again, blearily, a small lavender something was on his blankets. It had wings that drifted open and shut, and Adrien stared blurrily at it for a few moments, afraid to focus or blink, or even acknowledge it.

Were hallucinations part of the head injury?

Thankfully, Marinette returned, and the small distraction quickly disappeared. Adrien blinked several times.

"Is there a window open?" he asked softly.