“Gio…" <Bruno placed his hand on his cheek, clutching onto his neck tightly, trying his best to top the bleeding. His warm blood was staining the sheets. There was no going back now. If he was caught, Passione would pursue him relentlessly. The only thing he could do now is try to save Giorno.>
"Sticky Fingers…”
<Bruno’s stand suddenly appeared behind him. Sticky Fingers loomed over the both of them for a moment before reaching forward and creating a zipper straight across Giorno’s wound. He immediately zipped it closed, creating a temporary fix for Giorno’s wound. The bleeding immediately ceased.>
“Giorno…rest…just rest for now. I’m going to get some help. I might have to lie to do it, but I will. I’m so sorry.”
【 ✮ 】— A groan of ache, a murmur unable to be actually defined as full voice, left the parted lips of the agonizing boss, his hand twitching against the other’s grip and cheek.
— Weakness was winning him, and yet, even if now was barely conscious, always hopping back and forth from the black to the light. Calling his willpower to give him strength, the young boss tried to put himself together as he shakily sat on the bed, the other hand moving to his neck, feeling the cold touch of a zipper against his fingerlids.
— « G-Gold… Experience… »
— As the Stand appears, with golden light radiating from its entire being, Giorno allowed it to brush his hand against the zipper, looking at it slowly becoming flesh, veins and skin –living tissue filling the missing one. It was indeed painful, and that forced Giorno to bite his lip and endure, in order to remain conscious.
— When he opened his eyes, thought, sadness and grief were filling them, azure orbs on the verge of collapsing, and yet able to forgive the figure who was taking care of him, even if he hurt him on the first place.