“Don’t struggle…Trish told me you were ill. I’ll explain things later. I wanted to make sure you were okay, but it seems as if things were worse than I thought.” Bruno let out a sigh before kneeling before Gio’s bed to examine him closely. “What happened…? You look like you’re in agony.”
【 ✮ 】— The young boss’s gaze was indeed filled with confusion and shock, tremblingly following the other’s moves, grasping words here and there. The agony was still killing him slowly. « I– » The voice creaked, enhancing the fragility of his entire being even more. « F-fever… and Padre … H-he bit me… M-my blood… »
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Bruno sighed and he took a seat at a chair near Giorno’s bed. “Grazie…” he mumbled before crossing his arms. He had...
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【 ✮ 】— He was icy against his trembling skin. The hand caressing his cheek and hair was cold like a corpse’s, and Giorno...