you're gonna be okay , just keep your eyes on me. from Jonathan c:
he could feel the man’s thick phalanges grip is head which felt more heavy than usual . was this what a concussion felt like? explosion be damned, had he hit the stone of this blasted fountain too hard? more impertinently, … was jonathan joestar ... mr . joestar all right ? BLOODY HELL . he was once again too weak to protect this gentleman, and he presently couldn’t make sense to whom was speaking to him . his dark beady eyes were shaky as he tried to locate the man whom once spared him; his life; twice now .
still, if it was the man who did so, speedwagon would be a fool to disobey so he tried to, but his vision wavered like a candle guttering in a storm. the night damp air bit cold against his skin, sharp enough to sting where blood seeped through torn wet cloth. his breath came ragged, each inhale a wet scrape against his punctured lung .
he lay half‑propped against the shattered stone of the fountain, the impact still ringing through his bones . still feeling hands hold his skull and thumbs paste against his pale face and get him to focus . his long golden curls clung to his face in tangled wet ropes, shifting whenever the breeze dared touch him . alas, the mild taps to his cheek and coaxing was enough to eventually get his vision to refocus, but it still hurt like a devil to prolong the attention .
first he would witness was jonathan knelt over him . broad shouldered and large he was haloed by the glow of the burning mansion behind them amidst the rain . speedwagon could detail the burns he had suffered and the burning streaks of rubble that dare cling to joestar’s torn skin and clad . robert would grimace, it should’ve been him . not this fine gent .
he swallowed, tasting iron . you dumb bloke … speak .
“ mmn … joestar -” his voice cracked, thin as frayed rope. “you … blast it all — you shouldn’t be worryin’ about me . not after what you just went through with that … that demon .” speedwagon’s breath fogged in the cold as he forced a weak grin.
“l-look at you … standin’ there like some bleedin’ hero out of a storybook . the house of your beloved ancestors collapses, dio tries to kill you, and you’re still thinkin’ about the likes of me .” and i couldn’t … protect you . still , i was just another body that shan’t be enough in a moment so critical . “i ain’t worth that kind of concern,” he rasped . “not compared to what you’ve lost tonight . your home … your lord father … everything .”
as valiant as his spirit , his body couldn’t reflect it . he tried to push himself upright; a mistake . agony tore through his ribs, white and blinding . he slumped back with a strangled gasp, curls spilling across his face like a curtain of shadow .
“blast it,” he muttered, breath trembling . “i can’t even sit up proper . you’re hurt worse than you’re lettin’ on . don’t —”