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My eyes shoot open, and there's a light ringing in my ear. The last thing I remember was taking a nap in my seat, and now I was on the van floor.
"Giorno! Fugo! Get Trish in the turtle!" Bucciarati quickly ordered.
"Bucciarati, what's going on?" I stutter out groggily, still feeling the effect of my nap.
"We're being attacked by an enemy stand -"
Suddenly, I felt horrible punch to my abdomen, cutting off what Bucciarati was saying and making me cough out blood in the process. 'Fuck, that hurts, I need to get back up, I'll just ask Giorno to heal me' I think. Through blurry vision, I struggle up. Then, just as fast, I feel another blow to my head.
"[Y/N]!" is all I hear before my vision goes out completely.
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My eyes flutter open and I find myself laying on one of the turtle's couches. I remain still and take in my surroundings. The bright light in the turtle irritates my eyes.
"Mannn, I hope he's alright," Narancia stretches his arms above him and yawns. "He's been out for a while."
"Give him some time to rest, Narancia. He was hit in some vital spots, but he should be fine," Giorno says back to him.
I flip my body back over to face them and slowly start to sit up.
"I'm fine. My head just hurts a bit." I mumble, rubbing my eyes and turning my head to face Giorno.
My eyes widen slightly, and I see Giorno healing Abbacchio. There was a large gash spanning from his pelvis to his upper chest. His face contorts in pain. Our eyes meet, the lavender and gold in his eyes clash with the color of mine. My eyes quickly move in embarrassment as I eye the injury. I've never seen Abbacchio shirtless before. To me, the long silver-haired man has always been extremely attractive, so seeing his defined muscles drove me up the wall. Though we've had our playful, flirtatious banters with each other before, in private, I can never tell if it was serious. Therefore, I never plan to tell him my true feelings for him.
I stared intently at his shirtless body, letting my mind wonder in places it probably shouldn't be: steamy breaths, panting, whimpers...
