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

Lend me a hand?

'"Uhhh...Trish...I hate to be that person but do you think you could lend me a hand...?"'

Trish turned to you, a bit taken aback you were making jokes. "...sure...hold still..." she walked over to you and wrapped her arms around your waist. "Don't worry, I'm not going anywhere..." Trish pulled upwards with you pushing up with your legs, allowing you to stand.

"How are you able to make jokes, Bucciarati just said you probably won't be able to fight...? What's keeping you so strong?" Trish looked up to you, her voice overflowing with sadness.

Once again you held up you're arms, "Probably the blood loss..." as you said this you felt your legs give out momentarily, falling back on Trish who supported you.

"(y/n)! Are you okay?!" She asked frantically. You tried to stand back up on your legs but they were wobbling and your vision was hazy. Probably a mixture of blood loss and despair.

"Yeah...my legs aren't very good at the moment..." you smiled at her and indicated to move forward, gently stepping one foot in front of the other.

"Actually...I think I'll manage...could you bring Mista?" You looked over to Mista, the blood had stopped but he was unconscious. Trish looked at you doubtingly but let you go and turned to Mista.

You hobbled down the isle of the plane to where Narancia was. You hooked the stumps of your arms under his shoulders, pulling him along towards the cockpit.

You kicked the door slightly to make it open and dragged Narancia in. Trish followed behind, Mista in her arms. You wobbled into the room, dragging Narancia with you and dropped him onto the turtle, warping him inside.

"(y/n)!" Abbacchio stood up from his seat and brought you into his arms, squeezing you against his chest. His head settled on top of your own. You moved your elbows around his broad shoulders and returned the hug.

"At least we didn't crash..." you mumbled into his warm chest.

He pulled away, "I'm sorry...I said I'd protect you..." his fingers gripped onto your shoulders and Bucciarati looked away guiltily. Trish decided it would be best to leave you guys to sort it out and left.

"Hey, I'm not like you...I'll just...return to my normal life...I'll go back to my old job...and...work like usual..." you couldn't keep it in. As soon as Trish had closed the door, tears streamed down your face.

"I don't want to go back to my old life...I just met you guys...I can't leave it behind now..." you cried hopelessly. You tried to wipe your tears but it was difficult, Abbacchio reached up and did it for you.

"...thanks..." you sniffed and looked up at him with a small smile.

You then turned to Bucciarati, "Don't suppose you could close up my arms do you?" There was still some blood trickling out and dropping onto the floor.

He walked to you and closed off your arms, replacing them with zips. "Ha...it looks pretty cool..." You sniffled and held them up to peer at the zippers, analysing it. You gave an experimentally tapped Bucciarati's shoulder and winced.

"Still hurts..." you wheezed as you felt tinges of pain stretch up your arm.

"(y/n), you should get in the turtle...you need to rest..." Bucciarati turned and gently put Giorno inside.

You walked over to the seat you sat in originally and swivelled round to face the two of them. "I'd much rather pass out here than in that turtle. Also a little food would probably help me..." you looked up to the two of them, smiling a bit.

"You're still set on food...you haven't changed much..." Abbacchio grumbled.

"Hey...Bucciarati...my hat's...falling off...you think...you...could..." you collapsed into the chair, your hat falling to the ground as you passed out.