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“I know it does… But you did well, Melone.” Risotto said quietly, even as his eyebrows furrowed. The extent of his wounds concerned him. Melone was bleeding far too profusely–he would be in danger of bleeding out, had Risotto not have control over Metallica. Ghiaccio was cleaning up the last of their targets now; Melone shouldn’t have been at risk at all.
Risotto’s planning had all been for naught, it seemed.
It took a moment’s concentration to have his Stand coagulate Melone’s blood, sealing up the wound within seconds when it otherwise would’ve bled out. He would still need a doctor to check on him, but at least the immediate danger had passed. “–Can you stand?”
He’d gotten too close. He’d been reckless, rushed to secure the DNA he needed without properly checking. An attack to Baby Face from a Stand would never injure him but the knife that opened his side definately could. Untouchable in a world of Stands, he had become lax.
But Risotto was there to save him. Save him from the injury that was his own fault, likely blaming himself as well. He was too kind sometimes.
Melone nodded though and managed to push himself up to at least sit. His head swam for a second but he pushed through it.
