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"Are there any signs of breathing on the shore?" Calling out and waiting for a response Bruno's eyes surveyed what they could before focusing on the dark haired male.

"There's no one on the shore!"

Before any decision could be made Giorno cut in, his assessment of the situation right away made itself prominent through his words. "Wait, Bucciarati! Until we know what attacked it's too dangerous to move." He had a very good point with remaining still till a proper answer could be given, but that would also leave everyone wide open for an attack.

"I know that if we go up on shore, we're going to be attacked by whatever this thing is! Giorno!" Catching sight of the raven haired male moving from the walkway back onto the boat, the sound of gas being released into the air sounded and you could faintly make out the same green mold from Mista crawling up Narancia's arms, the substance seeping around the edges of the rooms entrance. "It's on me?!"

The green mold quickly began creeping down the room's walls continuing to let out a hissing noise whenever something was covered. "Everyone stay away from the walls!" Shouting that out and moving to yank both Trish and Giorno back the other two followed suit standing in the center of the room in a circular fashion. Your eye flickered over each wall before realizing that the blond had somehow gotten some on his hand.

He spoke quickly before you could say anything aiming his statement towards the gunslinger outside who was seconds away from aiding Narancia. "Mista! Don't stretch out your hand! This stand has something like a switch that gives it the chance to attack!"

You could faintly see the gears in his head begin spinning, pieces of the puzzle fitting together. "So the attack begins when our bodies move down to a lower location? B-But...at this rate, you guys will be..."

A shout in pain from beside you had caught your attention and you could see the mold had made its way closer breaking through the skin of Trish's leg. "Trish!" Moving reflexively to try and help Giorno caught your shoulder in his good hand preventing you from leaning down.

"If you move to a lower location from where you originally were it reacts and attacks." Explaining that you stopped your previous track of mind straightening back up.

"This stand! Why in the world would it work like that?" Disbelief was evident in the man's tone and Bruno's brows furrowed, taking in what the blond had said.

"To expand the stands range even further. Just as mold spreads from within dead bugs, the corpses produce more corpses. If the people move a bit further before dying the mold's range just keeps growing. That's exactly what they want. Because the stand ability is the users conscious will!"

"Climb up Narancia! Get off the boat and back on shore!" Right away words of encouragement were fired towards the teen, but mold had already overtaken one of his legs causing him to begin leaning.

"Throw the turtle, Narancia! Throw it towards Mista!" Following what Bruno had said Narancia wound his arm back lurching forward just as his fingers began falling apart, a pained scream left the teen and before registering what was happening the boat burst into flames sending the two; as well as the turtle flying.

Successfully getting them to higher ground.

Eyeing the lean raven haired man leave the confines of the turtle, your gaze then moved towards Trish and Giorno. "How bad did the mold get to you two?" Nearing the blond first since he'd been the closest you moved to inspect his hand before it was quickly moved away.

"You shouldn't touch the mold," Stating that and casting his own gaze over the hand you clicked your tongue in response ignoring the statement and reaching out to capture his wrist in your hand.

"I know that, but I can still help." Insisting that a lace like golden patter drifted out of your hand across the surface of his skin before sinking just below the surface making its way up towards the mold.

Now, you weren't too confident with what you were trying to do but it all made sense in your head. Since the mold was sprouting out from within the skin you assumed you could treat it like a foreign body helping the body's natural response to expelling it. Similar to when one's sick and is told to 'sweat it out'.

Nipping at the inside of your cheek and narrowing your gaze at the furry green mass a sense of accomplishment filled your being seeing it fall to the floor, the hole left behind sealing up effortlessly.

Letting go of his wrist and eyeing the skin just to double check that it was gone you let out a noise of accomplishment, "Hm, I didn't think that would actually work to be honest." An airy laugh followed the statement before your head was snapped forward. A dull thud noise filled the room enticing a whine from you.

"You're an idiot. Did you know that?" Turning your head back and releasing a loud huff towards the pale haired man, a pout had found its way onto your expression.

"Yeah I know, but I'd prefer if you say it verbally instead of smacking me." Raising a hand to rub the point of contact you couldn't help but roll your eyes at the man. "Anyways though, with that attitude I'm assuming you didn't touch any mold. So I shall move onto the next patient." Scrunching up your face upon saying that and bumping the tall mans shoulder as you passed, you made your way over towards Trish repeating the same process you'd gone through with Giorno.

"You shouldn't push yourself too much. You've done a lot in one day." Murmuring that out Trish observed what you were doing, she knew you were stubborn when it came to reserving energy, so she could only hope to try her hand at persuading you.

Though once Narancia entered the room what Trish had said vanished from your minds, the mold clad teen was now your priority. Sharing a look with the pink haired girl you quickly moved off towards the dark haired male looking over how much damage he had, and by the looks of it you weren't sure if your new method of expelling mold would work.

Giorno was by your side in an instant and the two began making an attempt to patch him up; to the best of both your abilities. Most of the mold was able to be taken off but it seemed as though fatigue was finally setting in.

"Giorno, (Y/N), how's Narancia's treatment going?" Bruno's voice filtered in through the ceiling and in response the two of you let out noises in thought.

The blond beside you answered, "He's doing better but there's still mold inside his wounds. We found out that (Y/N)'s can expel it from the body but we also don't want to push her to use her stand too much."

Letting out a comprehensive hum Bruno closed his eyes, "Best let him rest for now then. Don't push yourselves too much." Reopening them, his focus returned towards his prior conversation with Mista.

Letting out a sigh in frustration knowing that you couldn't fix the teen up to 100%, you ended up pulling out a blanket from the room's closet tossing it over him before taking a seat on the ground. A mixture of annoyance and guilt beginning to fester within you feeling as though you should've been able to fix him, more than you already did.

Sensing the shift in mood and how you'd quickly rolled into a sullen silence Abbacchio slid across the couch stopping just where you sat among the ground. A hand was raised planting itself on the top of your head, ruffling the hairs while letting out a deep sigh. "You'll get wrinkles from worrying too much." Pulling his hand back after he could hear you let out a breath, shoulders losing their tension.

It was somewhat reassuring to hear that small sentence and it certainly cleared away the unwanted feelings you were garnering.

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As Y/N receives head pats from Abbacchio he slides her this:

YALL STONE OCEAN IS CONFIRMED!!! I'M SO HYPED AHA

Anywho tho we are 68.6% done this story! So I hope you all will stick around till the end! Additionally I am currently working on another JoJo fic that begins in Part 1, as well as a Sk8 fic :D