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"I figured it out...what it's tracking." Coming to that realization, Giorno elaborated on his findings, "It's movement! This stand reacts to movement and prioritizes attacking whatever moves! It matches the speed of the fastest target and prioritizes it." Golden Experience turned in place swinging a fist towards the nearest window breaking it open.

The action led a strong wind current to enter the cabin sucking out whatever wasn't nailed down or holding onto something. Having dropped to the floor and rested your feet along the entryway frame you struggled to keep a tight hold on Narancia seeing as the teen was out cold and you were the only thing holding him back.

Looking through strands of hair which were currently being blown every which way you could make out Giorno stick his good arm out the window, the fletch blob held out in the palm of his hand. "If we can get this thing off the plane along with my left arm, we'll get to Sardania safely. Then everything will go as planned."

Now you knew the blond was smart but what he was currently suggesting was crazy. He was already missing his right arm and now he was proposing cutting off his left one?

"Giorno! Wait that's crazy! You can't just chop off both of your arms and call it a day!" Exclaiming that and praying that the blond heard what you'd said, you could see Bruno reaching out an arm towards him.

"Swap with me! Get the stand onto me!"

"We won't make it in time, Bucciarati! It's climbing up higher!" Ignoring the dark haired mans plea to wait, Giorno's arm was severed and quickly thrown out of the plane. Bruno being the closest to the blond had slammed a tray onto the broken window catching the blond as he fell back.

Letting yourself fall back onto the floor a breath of air escaped your lips, your eyes trailed over everyone in the cabin falling onto Mista first then the other three. Narancia, who you made a half assed healing attempt on, was still out cold on top of you but still breathing much to your relief.

Moving the black haired teen so that he rested on the ground you raised up from the floor, a golden hue leaked from between the palms of your hands and the form of your butterfly drifted over towards the gunslinger. The three members were still visibly injured, yet Giorno was where your focus was seeing as the blond was now missing both hands.

"No one could've predicted this, and it's because we're on a plane. That we were able to blow that stand away." Growing closer to the three you could pick up what Trish was saying- presumably her attempt to reassure the teams leader, who currently held onto Giorno. A crestfallen look engulfed his expression yet because his face was downturned it was hard to see.

"Regardless, we have to tend to their wounds. They're all gravely injured." Standing up from where he was Bruno remained his hold on the unconscious blond, his eyes were shadowed by doubt before flickering to where you stood.

"Wait, tend to their wounds...their wounds...Giorno's arms...they can be healed, right? With Golden Experiences power?" Trish's gaze bore into the back of Bruno's head upon asking that.

"Golden Experience and Sticky Fingers powers activate once their fists hit or touch something. This is the most damage we've endured so far." Turning back to add on, what Bruno said next jolted the nerves in your body. "Giorno Giovanna is no longer able to fight."

"Giorno can't recreate the arms that he's lost!" The tone used revealed how the man had felt and his eyes once again trailed down towards the blond.

You knew he felt responsible for the injuries everyone sustained, but it was something that was inevitable. Reaching out and resting a hand on the man's shoulder his attention quickly swayed towards you. "You shouldn't blame yourself for what happened. Something like this was bound to happen regardless, and now the only thing we can really do is fix them up."

A deep sigh left the man's lips before he gave a soft nod, he was aware that you could mend injuries and the likes, but they've only ever been small ones or even just one at a time. Never large scale or on multiple people- your stamina might not even let you fix up more than one person who's sustained heavy injuries.

Stepping aside to let Bruno bring Giorno to where the turtle was, your gaze met with Trish. A frown had been stretched out across her expression and in a way you felt like she might've blamed herself for the whole thing as well.

"Hey, it's not your fault okay? Everything's going to be fine." Resting your hands on the girls shoulders and flashing her a reassuring smile, emerald hues scanned your face as though scanning how genuine and truthful it was.

Letting out a deep sigh she moved forward wrapping her arms around you resting her chin along your shoulder. "I know, but I'm just worried." Wrapping your own arms around the girl and giving a soft hum you could fully understand why she was concerned.

"I know, but you should know the teams got the best medic around and that those boys are much more resilient than you think." An airy laugh left the girl upon hearing your first comment and what you'd said did ease her nerves quite a bit.

"Just do your best to rest like Bruno said for the rest of the flight. Leave all the worrying to me alright." Pulling back a bit to flash the girl a comforting smile she took your words into consideration and giving a soft smile of her own, although a bit strained it seemed genuine.

"Just don't overuse your stand." Saying that and pulling back herself she watched you give a determined nod, turning off to head back towards the front of the plane.

Making your way back towards the cockpit and slipping in, you could see Bruno and Abbacchio conversing with one another; the latter presumably being filled in on what had transpired, while the turtle was clinched in Bruno's arms.

"How's Giorno?" Assuming that everyone had already been moved into the turtle you voiced your concern for the blond knowing that using your stand on him would result in nubs.

"Unconscious, I used Sticky Fingers to stop the bleeding but he still lost quite a lot of blood." Explaining that he let out a breath worried for everyone's well being.

"And the other two?"

Letting out another breath he extended the turtle out to you, "They're also out cold, though Narancia seems the least injured out of the three thanks to your quick thinking." Watching you take the reptile from his grip he added on. "Don't over exert yourself. Take a break when you need to."

"I know, but I also know if I take breaks that they won't be getting better as quickly." Stating that and moving to let Coco sit on the floor your gaze trailed towards the two upfront.

A grumble had left Abbacchio's lips knowing that the only way you'd take a break is if you were to pass our or something along those lines, "(Y/N), you really need to look after yourself." Leaning over the side of his chair and staring back at you a small frown was painted across his lips.

"I know." Kneeling down onto the floor and readying yourself to enter the turtle you flashed them both a reassuring grin. "But you two don't have to worry. There's enough on your minds so just leave everything to me."

And with that you disappeared from sight.

"What an idiot." Shaking his head and muttering that Abbacchio returned his attention towards Bucciarati, his eyes scanned the man's face noticing how his attention was still directed towards the turtle. "An idiot that can take care of things. So stop worrying so much about the others."

"They're in good hands."

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Bruno this whole chapter:

CAN I GET AN ORA ORA FOR BRUNO CARING ABOUT THE TEAM AND BEING MILF MATERIAL?!

(I love that man so much oh my)