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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"I think it's all healed up now." Muttering that under your breath you merely stayed in place as a napkin was lightly dabbed over your unopened eye.
Though Abbacchio wasn't the nicest of the people or even the gentlest, his touch when attending to your face was much more delicate and softer than you would've ever expected. Almost as though he thought you'd fall apart if he was anything but that.
"There's still a cut there. So don't even think about moving." Pressing the napkin over your eye once more he held it there assuming that the coolness of it would sooth any aggravation. Letting out a sigh in response your good eye trailed towards Mista who'd been muttering either to himself or to his stand, depending on if he summoned them or not.
The turtle that Trish resided in had been placed in your lap while Bruno went to find where Narancia and Giorno disappeared off to. The three of them arrived not even a few minutes later, both Bruno and Narancia supporting the blond.
"Nurse Abbacchio, may I check out now?" Raising a hand as though you were waiting to get called on the man before you scoffed at the word nurse pulling back and crossing his arms. The tips of his ears burned red but were easily hidden within the confines of his hair.
Taking his actions and lack of response as a yes, you hopped out of your seat quickly dragging the chair over to where the three were and from just coming closer you could see Narancia garnering his own injuries though appearing unbothered by them. Giorno on the other hand you knew would need some treating, to which you motioned towards the seat and the blond.
"You really got used as shark bait huh." Humming that out and waiting for him to sit comfortably in the chair you'd brought over, you tried assessing the bite. Most of it was covered by the collar of his jacket leading you to lightly poke at it before eventually just tugging it to the side letting the fabric rest around his shoulder.
The whole side of his neck and shoulder were torn in different areas once the fabric was fully moved and you quickly yet lightly rested your hands on the blond. One just below his chin while the other rested below the wound on his chest.
"How are you holding up Narancia?" Briefly moving your eyes towards the dark haired teen he just gave a hum watching you heal up Giorno.
"I'm doing good, glad I caught those bastards." Standing behind the chair Giorno was sitting on he crossed his arms, he was glad the enemy had been taken care of, that was what really mattered of course.
Nodding in understanding you returned you attention back to the blond before you, the wound now almost fully closed and the man in question seeming more awake. "What happened to your eye?"
