We Fell in Love in October [Bruno Bucciarati x reader]

Healing

Hey ummm I noticed the story had reached 100 reads so I wanted to thank you for reading it. I want to do something special to say thank you so if anyone wants to see an interaction between two characters or something like that feel free to say, I really am so happy that people are reading this :)

Okay so I feel like (y/n) has had a fair amount of interactions with all of the characters except Bucciarati and Mista so I'm going to have (y/n) talk with them more so that their friendship 'levels up' :)

Also guys! I actually proof read this chapter so there shouldn't be too many mistakes now! Hopefully you'll enjoy it a bit more ^_^

'"Just telling him about a little prank I played, nothing too bad." You smiled in return. You heard Bucciarati sigh from the front. "It was pretty good actually...", Trish commented. You flashed her a gleaming smile, then turning to the two opposite you, "See. Trish gets it." You glowered at the them.

With that Bucciarati set off, Narancia pestering you about the prank which you elaborated on. You left out Fugo and the picture you had taken, deciding it would be best to save those two valuable pieces of information up for another time.'

After an hour or two of Bucciarati driving you met up with the others who had gone to the Pompeii Archaeological park to collect the key.

Giorno and Abbacchio were in the front of the van (Giorno was in the drivers seat), Narancia and Bucciarati were on the next row back, leaving you, Trish, Mista and Fugo in the boot of the van. Mista was sitting next to Fugo and you were with Trish.

"Oi! Narancia, let me see the key!" Abbacchio demanded.

Narancia, not liking the way he was spoken to, tossed the key over to him. "No! Don't throw it!" Abbacchio scolded him as he attempted to catch it in his bad hand.

Thinking back, you had been greatly disturbed that when you had met up with them. Abbacchio's hand was severed and Giorno was passed out, leaving Fugo as the only one who was moderately uninjured.

Bucciarati had used his stand to fix Abba's hand while you had used your stand to fix Giorno up, essentially having to pass a chunk of your energy over to him which left you feeling greatly fatigued. You had just been abruptly woken from a short doze due to Abbacchio's yelling.

"You ass it hasn't healed yet!" You heard him yell at Narancia impatiently.

Abbacchio picked the key up then held it up to the light to have a look at the message that was engraved in the red glass.

"'I thank you for protecting my daughter, Bucciarati. Go to the drinking fountain with a turtle on the sixth platform at Naples station, and use this key. Then take my daughter to Venice by train.

"' P.S. My missions for you will end once you get to Venice.' What's supposed to be at the drinking fountain at the station?" Abbachio asked to nobody in particular.

"The boss mentioned a way for us to travel without being found by the enemy. The station is dangerous but we'll just have to trust him and go." Bucciarati stated.

"D-do you think the boss is actually in Venice? Since it's mentioned in the note..." Narancia asked, his voice brimming with curiosity.

"We don't need to think about that. We're just going to do as we're ordered. There's a super express leaving for Florence in ten minutes. We'll take that. Mista is anyone following us?" Bucciarati added.

"So far, we're good. I can't say the same for the station, though. There'll be plenty of paid guys who'll report information about us." Mista reported from the back seat.