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

Recovery

Good morning/evening/night to anyone reading! It's currently raining where I am so I'm feeling quite happy, that being said I'm not sure that's going to translate into this chapter ^_^

'"I-I'm sorry...I-I'm sorry I lost control again..." You cried into his chest. You could still feel Pesci's tongue drag up the side of your cheek and you could still see his body being torn apart. It was all too much and you felt yourself slowly relaxing into Bucciarati's hold as you passed out, crying.'

You could feel hands covering your body, they were covered in something gooey and metallic. You felt the metallic goop rise up from your stomach and get trapped in your throat, preventing you from breathing.

You could feel your lungs were on fire, the goop now pouring out of your nostrils and pouring out of your tear ducts. Everything was black but you knew there were things around you.

In front of you were two pairs of legs, leading off into the darkness. The feet were pasty and the veins were a greenish blue and you could tell they both had various bruising on.

You opened your eyes, your heart was racing but you were calm. You knew it was a dream, you'd had years to get used to nightmares like that.

You sat up, your back was aching a bit from lying on the sofa that wasn't quite long enough for you to fit on.

"(y/n), good to see you're awake!" It was Bucciarati. He smiled at you warmly but there was a sadness in his eyes. You were reminded of what you'd done to Pesci, you immediately felt sick.

Once you'd sat up right and swung your legs over the side of the sofa and he took the open space next to you. "Do you remember what happened?" He inquired in a soft voice.

You rubbed your head a bit, trying to wake yourself up.

Your head shot up, suddenly remembering Prosciutto and his ageing stand. Whipping your head around you saw Fugo, Narancia and Giorno stood over by the fridge, talking about something. Without thinking you jumped up and ran over to them, wrapping your arms around them as you collided with their group.

"Woah! (y/n)! Where did you come from?!" Was Narancia's immediate question.

"(Y/N)! My lungs!!!!" Was all Fugo could get out, unfortunately he had been on the side of your dominant arm and was now patting it furiously, telling you to loosen your grip.

You let go of them and stood back, looking at them in awe. "You're all back to normal!" You smiled widely, your eyes watering a slight bit that they were okay.

Giorno glared at you a little, before sighing and also wrapping his arm around you. "You're kind of annoying but thanks for making sure Bucciarati didn't accidentally choke me..." You laughed when you realised he was referring to when you taught Bucciarati how to give them sips of water.

"(y/n)...I still haven't forgiven you for using that god awful nickname." You turned to see Abbacchio in the corner of the room, looking as grumpy as usual.

"Abba..." Your eyes started watering as you ran and jumped into his open arms, he held you tightly. Despite not showing it on his face, the way he was holding you showed that he was as worried about you as you were about him.

After a while he put you down and you walked back over to Bucciarati. The other members were talking amongst themselves.

"Thanks...for snapping me out of it earlier... I'm sorry for causing you so much trouble!" You bowed to him, blinking back tears. When he didn't reply you raised your head and looked at him.

"So everyone else gets a hug but me?" He asked with a raised brow. You were taken aback. Were you allowed to hug him? He saw your hesitation and so took the initiative, stepping forwards and wrapping his arms around your waist. You could feel the heat radiating from his body and leaned into his warm touch. You linked your arms together behind his head, resting your head on his shoulder.