Rescue

[madimpossibledreamer]

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Main Points:
Jojo's Bizarre Adventure
Summary: The aftermath of Giorno being kidnapped.
Word Count: 495
Rating: Teen as a follow up to a chapter in which Purple Haze was used and Giorno had to deal with that. In his own reckless way.

          Giorno’s journey back to consciousness is likewise just as quick—one moment, and he’s awake.
          It appears that he’s in a private wing of the hospital, though usually he’s the visitor, not the visitee.  If Mista’s close enough, there are standing instructions to take the gunslinger to him immediately, but there are occasions where he’s too far away and Mista has to be at least stabilized.  The others don’t seem to have Mista’s luck—good and bad.  Fugo is sleeping in one of the chairs and appears entirely troubled.
          “Cinque!  Stop crying, you’ll wake Giorno.”  It’s not Tre, or there would be a lot more quiet smacking sounds as Tre punches Cinque.
          “Giorno cut open his own chest!” Cinque wails.
          “I hope someone’ll show up and try to kill him.  They deserve to die.”  Probably Sei.
          Fugo must be exhausted because he doesn’t even twitch.
          The rest of the Pistols and Mista are probably outside, with the same serious desire to kill his former captors.  Giorno has no doubt, given the casual way with which Mista displays his revolver, that he has his gun out and probably is just telling anyone who might be jumpy to deal with it.
          “It’s all right, I’m already awake,” he whispers with a smile, and immediately there’s a sobbing Pistol embracing his cheek.
          “We thought you were deeaaad,” Cinque wails, tiny tears soaking Giorno’s cheek, and he reaches up, wincing a little at the slight pain, and pets the Pistol carefully.
          “I’ll let Mista know you’re awake,” Sette states kindly and flies out under the door.
          “I’m hard to kill.  Though I am relieved to be back with all of you.  Ricotta’s hospitality leaves much to be desired.”
          “Bastards probably didn’t even feed you,” Sei snarls.  He seems torn between staying on guard and getting some reassurance too.
          Of course they would prioritize food, Giorno thinks fondly, and reaches out to pat Sei’s head, equally as gentle.
          “Mista wants to stay out there and keep an eye out,” Sette confirms.  “He didn’t want me to tell you, but I’ve never seen him so scared before.”
          Not even with Narancia or Abbacchio or Bucciarati, he wants to ask, but does not.
          “We were all scared!”  Cinque seems to be in the middle of a panic attack, honestly.  “First we got the call and I’ve never seen Mista’s hands shake, and then when we got there we were told that you’d been infected by Purple Haze again and tortured and then you’d cut your own chest open and we were all so scared…”
          “I’ll gather my strength, and allow Fugo to do so.  I’ll reassure the others, and then we’ll deal with Ricotta and the other traitors.  Does that sound like a good plan to you?” he asks, knowing that the plan won’t change even if they do disagree.
          Fortunately, he doesn’t have to deal with that.  “Yes!” the Pistols all shout, and Sette even gives him an enthusiastic high five.