Me and Fugo were watching over the three boys, unaware of what was happening outside of the turtle

"Go fish" Fugo said. I sighed

"Man, you suck!" I whined

"It's not my fault you're terrible at this game" Fugo said. I threw my cards at him

"You're so mean, you fucking dick" I whined. Fugo was unamused by the cards in his face

"We want to play, too!" The Sex Pistols cried out

"Okay, let's play UNO. Loverboy will hold the cards for you" I said. The Sex Pistols cheered

"We love you Y/n!" They all cheered. It was like music to my ears. Though, Mista was passed out on the couch so it was weird how the Sex Pistols were so active. I shuffled the cards and then dealed them out. Everyone took their hand. We played two games in twenty minutes. I won both times because I'm that bitch. That's when Abbacchio, Bucciarati and Trish joined us. Trish had a whole ass arm in her hand

"Now, what in the fuck?" I asked

"It's Giorno's" Trish said

"Of course it is" I said as I set my cards down. Bucciarati used Sticky Fingers to connect the arm to Giorno. Giorno somehow magically woke up

"Where am I?" He asked

"Inside the turtle" Fugo said. He looked around and saw Mista and Narancia's states

"I'll fix them up" Giorno said

"Yes, that would be great" Bucciarati said. So, after about 30 minutes everyone was moving around, good as new

"See, I knew we would be fine" I said

"I can't believe you were right, Y/n" Trish told me

"Y/n is always right" Narancia said

"It's kind of scary some times" Mista said as he shivered

"Now that we're concealed, let's go find the Boss' real identity. We'll track down my father's past!" Trish declared. I recalled another memory

I had just joined the man known as Bucciarati. I was the second on his team. The first being a man named Leone Abbacchio. I really didn't think he liked me all that much. All he would do is stare at me like he was analyzing me. That's besides the point. I woke up, and all I could do was cough, and it wasn't those baby coughs, no it was like that mucus type of cough. It hurt, everything hurt. That's what I got for sleeping outside. I mean, I had been doing it for so long, I wasn't used to having my own bed yet. I managed to make it inside my room

I was struggling to breathe and I felt like I was on fire. I could hear distant yelling but I couldn't make sense of any of it until my door slammed open

"I've been fucking yelling at you for five minutes! The only reason I'm being nice to you is because Bucciarati told me to-" He was cut off by terrible coughing

"Hey, are you alright?" He asked, now realizing I was on the ground. I just kept coughing. I sounded like a dying cow. I heard quick footsteps, and then a hand on my forehead

"You're on fire, what the hell were you doing?" Abbacchio asked me as I swear to God I was seeing the light. I felt Abbacchio pick me up, though I was sure it didn't cause him to break a sweat. I was rather skinny due to the fact I was homeless for so long. I didn't get the proper nutrition I needed. Though, hopefully that would change soon, if I survived this. I felt myself being bounced around as Abbacchio ran down the stairs

"Abbacchio, what's wrong?" Bucciarati asked

"We need to take her to a hospital" Abbacchio said. I could hear the sound of quick footsteps. I continued coughing like a dying cow. I felt myself go in and out of consciousness

"Keep your eyes open! Hey! Hey!" Abbacchio yelled but I couldn't do that. The light was there. I was gonna go into the light. Or, I thought I was going to. Next thing I knew, I could hear the sound of a monitor beeping. I felt someone's hand holding mine. I opened my eyes, only to be blinded by a white light

"Am I in heaven?" I asked quietly before my eyes adjusted to the room I was in. I wasn't sure where I was. That's when I began coughing again. Suddenly a head shot up in my peripheral vision and the door opened. I turned to see Abbacchio, who was holding my hand staring at me worriedly

"You're awake" Bucciarati said relieved as I coughed like crazy

"Where am I?" I asked in between coughs

"You're in a hospital. You were diagnosed with Pneumonia" Bucciarati said as I looked at him. I felt Abbacchio's hand slip away from mine

"Will I die?" I asked

"No, you'll be fine with the care you're getting here. It's a good thing Abbacchio found you when he did. We would've never known" Bucciarati said. I looked back at Abbacchio who had that look on his face, as if he was analyzing me

"I must've caused you a lot of trouble" I said before I began coughing again. Abbacchio looked away annoyed

"Don't do that shit again" Abbacchio said

"Oh, don't act all tough now. You should've seen him Y/n, he was acting like a protective dog over you. He even fought with the nurses about how they weren't being careful enough" Bucciarati said. Abbacchio's face turned pink in embarrassment

"Tch.." Abbacchio muttered before he got up and walked out. He flipped Bucciarati the bird before exiting. Bucciarati came and sat down on the bed

"You know, I know he looks kind of scary, but he seems to really care for you. I know you've just joined me, but I hope you'll continue to trust us" Bucciarati said

"You know, this is the first time I've ever been in a hospital" I admitted before I began coughing like dog again

"Maybe we should save the conversation for later. Let's get you feeling great, okay?" Bucciarati asked as he leaned over and and put his hand on my face. He gave me a loving smile, like one a parent would give you, letting you know everything would be okay. Then he gave me a kiss on the forehead

"Recover soon, Y/n" Bucciarati told me before he left the room. In a weird way, it was like Bucciarati and Abbacchio were my parents. Or what I assumed parents would be like, and I couldn't deny it felt nice. Other than the fact I was fucking dying

Ah, what a good memory

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11/08/22

Some more filler mwahahahaahaha

Also just preparing for what's to come😈