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Casting your gaze over the group of injured individuals, you raised a hand flicking it towards where Giorno was, the butterfly which had been tending to Mista trailed towards the blond leaving you to deal with the gunslinger.

Having been draped over one of the red chairs you could clearly see wounds dotting his sides leaking trails of blood onto the floor. "Jesus, what the hell happened." Muttering under your breath and not expecting a response you were surprised to hear two small voices.

"(Y/N)!" A teary eyed Number Five emerged from the gunslingers hat drawing closer till the stand had pressed itself into the side of your face, in what could assume was a hug.

Number One also appeared from the unconscious man drifting in the air before you, "The enemy got us good, more than half of us were lost." Hearing that you gave a nod showing that you were listening briefly patting your shoulder as to let him know he could take a seat.

"The thing was fast, it moves just as fast as whatever is attacking." Bobbing your head once more you reached out a hand resting it along Mista's side, a golden thread weaved over each wound focusing more on the deeper ones. "The user was someone back on the tarmac that was shot and killed."

"So this is an automatic stand?" A noise in response was given confirming your guess while Number Five moved down your cheek to your other unoccupied shoulder choosing to clutch some of your hair as a form of comfort.

"Do you think he's going to make it?" Voicing that, you could tell the stand was once again close to tears.

"Of course he is, they're all going to make it. As long as I'm alive I won't let anyone on this team die." Declaring that boldly and nodding your head as well the two stands remained quiet, though it was more of a quiet appreciation.

You were dedicated to your job of team medic and it definitely showed.

Watching the last of the wound close up a noise in satisfaction left your lips, he was still coated in blood from said injury but that was something you'd fix after tending to the others. "Do you both want to stay with Mista or on my shoulder?"

Remaining quiet and unmoving you assumed the two of them had decided to remain on you shoulders, which was perfectly fine with you.

Moving off to where Narancia was laid out your eyes trailed over the scabbed over portion of his injury. Since you didn't have much time to mend the black haired teens wound a scab was quickly formed over to halt the bleeding.

"If you feel woozy from using your stand too much take a break." Seemingly acting as a reminder Number One had chimed that out, gaze focused intently on how your stand worked and how mesmerizing the golden swirls were.

"I've got pretty good stamina, so I'm not too worried about overusing my stand." Simply stating that and focusing on Narancia's skin another hum left your lips. You didn't exactly know the limitations of your stand but you weren't about to go off and tell anyone that.

"But you don't take care of yourself." Number Five spoke up this time thinking back to what the other members of the team had said. Taking care of your own wellbeing was definitely a flaw of yours, it was something you could really care less about as long as everyone else was fine.

"I'll take care of myself when everyone else is patched up." Clicking your tongue upon stating that you hummed once more, the two pistols both shared a look. Casting your gaze towards Giorno you pursed your lips chewing on the inside of your cheek.

You weren't all too sure what you could do for the blond, but figured after treating the other two you could at least provide him some form of comfort.

Patting your hands together and feeling like Mista and Narancia were fully fixed up you trailed towards the mini fridge tugging out one of the mini water bottles that have replaced the bigger ones. Checking the cabinet above after closing the fridge you pulled out one of the few hand towels stored within trailing back towards the gunslinger.

"Temptation says to just pour the water on him, but that would be mean. Accomplice One and Five, what do you think?" Holding up the bottle of water and towel you waited for the two to give their thoughts.

In a normal situation they'd be all for pouring water on the man but considering the events leading up to now, a softer approach would be necessary. "Maybe another time..." trailing off after saying that Number One gave a nod towards what Five said.

"Ah, I guess you're right. My bedside manners need some work in that case then." Letting out a laugh at your own comment the two followed suit before it died down quickly and a silence fell upon the room.

Twisting open the water bottle and wetting the towel you leaned over the unconscious man lightly wiping at the blood painted across his face. Holding the bottom of this chin in your free hand, you turned his face to the side dragging the towel across his cheek before wiping up the section trailing from his lips.

Moving up to the blotch along his exposed torso you lightly patted the area down somewhat raising the helm of his sweater to wipe the skin some more. You were relieved that he was out cold when you did so, but that relief quickly shifted to embarrassment.

"If you wanted my sweater off you could've just asked."

Flushing right away at the realization that he was awake your eyes darted upwards towards his face finding that an almost cheeky smile had stretched out across his lips. Dark hues stared down at you in an almost endearing manner while the two strands resting among your shoulders quickly floated up back towards their user.

"That's not- I wasn't trying to-" Struggling to find the words, you ended up just tossing the towel towards Mista's face standing up, "Well uh since you're up you can clean yourself off now and you know what I'd appreciate if you did Narancia too." Snapping your fingers and jutting a pair of finger guns towards the man, you quickly made your way over towards Giorno.

"Wha-hey you're leaving an injured man to take care of himself?!"

"Well congratulations you're not injured anymore." Throwing your hands up in response to the man's complaint a pair of jazz hands was shown. "But also I would really appreciate it if you helped me a bit, I can't really do much for Giorno but I did fix both you and Narancia up."

Wanting to complain at what you said he paused hearing what you added afterwards, his gaze moved from his stands towards where you were heading plainly seeing that you were slower than normal. Your feet dragged across the floor as you walked and the way you fell back onto the couch was another tall tale sign.

Scooting along the ruby couch you snuck your hands below Giorno's head gently moving it onto your lap, the blond's skin felt cold in contrast to your own and you could only assume it was due to blood loss. Resting a hand softly on the blonds forehead a golden hue once again shone from it, the light itself gave off warmth.

"You guys are reckless. You know that?" Shaking your head upon saying that your eyes moved from Giorno towards Mista, who'd gotten up from his chair surprisingly enough doing what you asked him to.

"Yeah, well if we have someone as amazing as you to fix us up then what's really holding us back?"

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Mista everytime Y/N does something nice for him:

Ya'll I learned how to skateboard this weekend! (Not for any reason in specific) But like it was so much fun!

Anywho though, heres a new chapter! Hope you enjoy!