Fate and Destiny decide the path that rest ahead, but who's to say someone can't save you from either of those?
Who's to say your story ends there?
(Team Bucciarati x Fem!reader)
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"The cans in the fridge are cold, do you think that'll work?" Crouching before the fridge and pulling out the few cans inside you shook them gently in hand assessing how cold they were, everything was chilly so you assumed that they should at least help slow down everyone's aging.
Not entirely of course, but by a bit.
"They might." Watching you rummage through the fridge some more Bruno shifted just in time to catch a bottle you'd tossed over in his direction, the glass was cold in his grip and felt nice compared to the heat of the room.
"Good, then cool yourself off too. I don't know what we'd do if we lost our Capo." Closing the fridge with your foot and making your way towards Abbacchio since he was the closest, you lightly took one of the cans in your arms resting it just where his jaw and neck were, the man let out a huff at the cold but didn't wake up.
Eyeing where the can rested you could faintly tell that Abbacchio's aging had slowed just slightly, a good attempt if anything and you proceed down the line doing the same with Fugo. "it looks like it's kinda working." Humming that out softly and moving to crouch before Giorno you could see he was still awake, a sort of thoughtful look crossed his expression but no words were spoken.
Raising the last can in hand up to his face and pressing it against his cheek lightly you gave another hum, "Hopefully this helps, it looks like it has been. But for how long is the real question." Raising his own hand to take the can from you he gave a slow nod before laying back down onto the couch.
It seemed like there wasn't too much time left.
Casting your gaze over towards where Trish was you could see her kneeling among the ground with Narancia's head in her lap. An ice cube was clutched in her hand and she dabbed it along the teens face.
"You shouldn't worry about Narancia. Save the ice in the glass for yourself." Having knelt down beside one of the red seats Bruno directed his attention towards Trish. "You need to keep your body chilled."
"Fanning the air and the chill from a cold towel aren't enough. Cold can's can only do so much and there's no immediate effect unless you're using ice." Moving her gaze away from Bruno and back to Narancia a frown curled onto her lips. "At this rate, he'll be the first to die."
"Narancia and the rest of us are willing to risk our lives to follow the boss's orders. You just need to think about your safety. That's our job." Although there was a conflict of interests in your mind, you knew that what he was saying was true. It might've been because you were a medic, but the team's safety was always a priority to you and just being told to ignore that was difficult.
"You're not here because you want to be here, after all. And as for the enemy who's causing us tall to age-" Pausing he turned to look through the glass roof continuing. "Mista will take care of him. I'm sure...he'll do something."
