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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."

Casting your own gaze up towards the glass, your lips pursed together into a firm line, Mista was a capable man but you couldn't help but worry. With the rapid aging and enemy on board anything could happen.

A pang happened.

Jolting forward and nearly tripping over the coffee table you clutched the front of your shirt tightly, a warm substance leaked from your nose onto the ground and by the looks of it you came to the conclusion that it was blood. A violent pain ripped the air from your chest and it felt like your heart had momentarily stopped-skipping a beat before resuming as normal.

"(Y/N)? (Y/N, what's wrong?" Stilling in place you could hear Bruno speak, the words went right over your head and your main focus was on the growing pain, something you've only ever felt once or twice. Once or twice in your whole life and right now you wished it wasn't happening.

"Something's wrong...something's wrong with Mista." Turning your head to face the man he stared at your bloodied nose concerned as to where it came from and why you were clutching the front of your shirt. "The butterfly's gone."

Knowing that the insect was just one part of your whole stand he was a bit relieved, but that relief quickly disappeared when something entered the room dropping down from the ceiling. The small stand quickly stood up from the ground, a large six displayed among its forehead.

"Bucciarati! Mista's down!" Hearing that the dark haired man right away rose to his feet, "The enemy's are heading here now." Upon hearing the stand add that you blinked down at him now knowing that there were two enemies on board instead of the initial one.

"Number Six what happened to Mista? How's he holding up?" Losing the grip on your shirt and raising a hand to wipe beneath your nose you stared at the stand waiting for an answer.

"He got shot point blank, but number five was able to stop them luckily. He's in the dining cart." Nodding at what was being said you exchanged a look with Bruno. It was as though a whole unspoken plan was devised between the two of you where when there's an opening you'd take it.

"Are you both going to be alright after?" Hearing Trish ask that softly you turned to face her giving the best comforting smile you could muster up for the moment. You could tell she was worried about everyone and no doubt with a valid reason to be.

"We'll be fine. Like Bruno said, it's our job." Giving her a nod after stating that your gaze trailed around the room before watching Bruno step out of the turtle, Number Six right alongside him holding an ice cube.

"When I hop out, everything's up to fate."

Now playing the waiting game you stared up towards the glass roof spotting two men looking in, both presumably the enemy by the looks of it and due to the stand manifesting beside the blond one. Blocking out what they were saying your gaze trailed towards the ceiling above them watching a sipper open up and Bruno peer out.

Sticky Fingers peaked out as well winding up an arm and swinging it forward only for the enemy's stand to dodge. The ebony haired man jumped out from his hiding spot kicking the second enemy, all while throwing more attacks towards the first. Cornering the man over a set of zippers, they opened resulting in them both falling outside the train.

"If I can get you off this train. If I can just undo the aging, my six subordinates will be back, and we'll be able to protect Trish!" The man holding onto Bruno seemed surprised at what was being said and it wasn't till Sticky Fingers appeared once more than you took it as your que.

"I'll be back Trish, if worse comes to worse Narancia has knives on him!" Hastily saying that and running over towards the chair you quickly found yourself in the conductors car. Hopping over the knocked out man and moving swiftly through the passengers cart, your gaze fell upon the dozens of innocent people affected by the enemy's stand.

Each person with a life of their own was put into danger and potentially even dead because of one man. "That bastard." Tugging your eyes away from the passengers and continuing on through the doorway you eventually came upon a door with a shattered window and bar.

"Mista?!" Calling into the room and struggling to push open the door through broken glass, you squeezed through it's opening spotting the gunslinger bleeding out against the floor. Number Five was perched among his head waving frantically towards you.

"(Y/N), I stopped the bullets, but Mista's losing blood." The stand had tears streaming down his face as you approached, quickly resting your hands over the man's mounds. "Hey hey it's going to be okay, he's going to be okay." Reassuring the small stand your hands began glowing and the wounds began sealing themselves up.

Letting out a soft sigh of relief you moved to accommodate the man's head resting it lightly onto your lap, Number Five moved as you shifted the man choosing to perch himself along your shoulder.

"I take it you're not revoking your companionship?"

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Y/N back in the turtle:

I will warn you all now Wednesdays chapter might be uh.....unique? Cheesy? I think cheesy's the right word. But anyways, here's another chapter for you lovely people and I hope your week goes swimmingly!

Till next time!