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

Revival and recovery

Heads up: this chapter is just under 4,000 words long. I've proofread about two thirds of this but haven't finished rereading the rest of it so I apologise for any spelling errors and I'll try to fix those in the morning >_<

'With a roll of your eyes and an indignant huff, you heaved yourself up. You looked over to Abba to check he was all right and when he gave you a firm nod you turned and began running back to the Colosseum.'

On your way back you could see that the world's previous chaos had been reversed, the souls that had been stolen from their bodies were now safe in their original skins.

You kept your gaze ahead and continued forwards, running towards the looming colosseum. The sun was rising and casting a cold early morning glow throughout the massive stone pillars.

You found the gateway and ran through under it, your eyes found Bucciarati immediately. He was splayed out on the hard stone floor, blood drying besides him and seeping into the white material of his suit.

It was a painful sight to stand. To see someone you had such a great affection for, hurt.

You rushed over to him, tears starting to prickle at your eyes but you held them back, telling yourself to keep calm.

You summoned your stand and had it assess the damage and you sighed in relief when you found it was nothing fatal. Of course he had several major injuries in his stomach and legs but due to the power of your stand, you had full confidence he would be okay.

Wrong.

"...Bucciarati...can you hear me?" You asked quietly, cupping his hand between both of your own. You dropped it immediately and scrambled back.

You stared at him with wide, terrified eyes.

He was cold.

So cold it felt like he sucked the warmth from your fingertips.

Panic rose in your mind and you shuffled back over to him, delicately placing your hand atop his.

The result was the same: stone cold.

"...Bucciarati?" You called out at a low volume.

You moved your hands to his shoulders and tried shaking him while your stand continued to heal the wounds in his stomach.

"Bucciarati! Wake up!" You called out, shaking him harder. When his eyes remained closed, you couldn't contain your desperation any longer. Tears welled up in your eyes, trickling down your face and dropping to the ground with quiet splashes.

"Bucciarati...p-please...wake up." Your bottom lip quivered and it was difficult to breathe.

You set your eyes upon his chest, searching for movement to indicate breathing, but nothing moved.

Your breathing was spiralling out of sequence, becoming unrhythmic and spasming. Your hot tears increased in confusion and absolute dread.

You didn't know what to do.

This couldn't be real.

You didn't know how your story was supposed to happen but this wasn't it. Never.

"I can't accept this..." You knew you were alone; that no one was around to hear you anyways. You were speaking out loud for the sake of hearing something, you just couldn't stand the silence.

"I-...no...I can't- it- no...! I just...it's not fair...you can't go..." You were stumbling for worlds, attempting to articulate your feelings.

As you looked back to Bucciarati, you saw a golden mist appearing around his body...it seemed to be taking shape. A humanoid figure was slowly being constructed in the odd fog and you furrowed your brow.