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Everyone was in a frenzy downstairs. Abbacchio felt like he walked into a riot.
“ Can you all shut your mouths for a minute?” Abbacchio bitterly asked the rowdy group. No one listened and kept screaming at each other. “ HEY!” He raises his voice louder, basically screaming. Everyone shut up this time. “ Jesus Christ, why can’t you all listen for once.”
No one said anything, but Narancia shuffled around a little bit and Sheila was scratching at her wrist- everyone has their little nervous habits.
“ I get that you’re all worried, but you need to quiet down. They’re sleeping.” He pointed to the ceiling. Everyone looked up and back down again. “ Now, let’s move this to the living room and talk like civilized people. We’re not animals, so don’t start a stampede.” Abbacchio looked at Narancia and Mista. “ Most of us aren’t animals.”
“ Fuck you,” Narancia growled.
“ Right back at you, rat.” Abbacchio knew now wasn’t the time to argue and bicker, so he ended then and there, walking into the living room.
“ We’re going to have a civil discussion about what’s going on, okay?” Bruno took control back from Abbacchio in a sentence, not that Abbacchio minded.
“ Did Fugo really lose their memory?” Narancia asked, no longer yelling.
“ Unfortunately, Yes.” Bruno replied. Narancia and everyone else’s mood instantly dampened, sorrow and worried expressions appearing on their faces.
“ Is it...permanent?” Trish asked next.
“ We don’t really know, we can only hope it isn’t.” Bruno answered.
“ So they don’t remember us at all?” Narancia asked again.
“ That’s what amnesia means, dumbass.” Sheila answered before Bruno could. Narancia shot her look of pure hatred.
“ Sheila, no need to be mean.” Bruno scolded her. Ever since the take down of the narcotics team, Sheila had been a consistent member of their friend group. She wormed her way into their inner circle and,as she had no where else to go, Bruno took her as one of the group, making her another member of their small mitchmatched family.
“ Sorry.” She apologized quietly, looking at her feet.
“ It’s alright. I get that you’re all concerned for Fugo, but we need to stay calm and collected, okay?” He made sure to meet everyone’s eyes. “ Now, does anyone have anymore questions?”
“ Do you have any idea who did this?” Mista spoke up.
“...Not yet.” Bruno hesitatingly answered. “ But we will.”
“ Tomorrow, I’m going back to that car dealership and using Moody Blues to find out just who did this.” Abbacchio decided. “ I caught wind of someone speaking besides Borello, so he had an accomplice.”
“ Said accomplice hit Fugo with something, I’m guessing a shovel or another heavy object, and knocked them out.” Bruno caught onto Abbacchio’s train of thought. Everyone intently looked between the scheming adults. “ They must have known they’d cause damage. If Fugo was able to identify them...”
“ Unless they had a plan B, if Fugo turned out fine.” Abbacchio pointed out. “ Whoever had the object was obviously very skilled.”
“ Is very skilled.” Bruno corrected. “ Many of Polpo’s old bodyguards knew how to cause specific types of harm.”
“ They were all crazy motherfuckers too.” Abbacchio laughed under his breath. “ But that’s besides the point. You think that one of Polpo’s old bodyguards did this?”
“ Just a sneaking suspicion.” Bruno nodded.
“ That’s all we need.” Abbacchio smiled. The smile didn’t last long as a loud thump echoed from upstairs, followed by a yelp. Everyone exchanged looks. “ I’m going to go check that out.”
“ Me too.” Bruno was already to the staircase.
“ You guys stay down here.” Abbacchio ordered the rest of the gang, who stood in the living room with concerned looks painting their already worried face.
Bruno found Fugo out of bed when he opened their door. The teen was laying in a crumpled heap on the floor, shivering. Shit, what happened?!
“ Fugo, are you okay?” Bruno was by their side, carefully trying to help them up. Fugo groaned miserably. “ What happened?”
“ I fell.” They muttered painfully.
“ That’s quite the fall.” Bruno bit his lip. “ Do you need anything?”
“ My head hurts.” They whined.
“ I’m sure it does.” Abbacchio was standing in the doorway now. “ Can you open your eyes for us?” Fugo opened their eyes. They looked severely out of it. “ Do you feel ill at all?”
“ Sorta. I feel sore.” Fugo tubbed their head a little.
“ Bruno,” Abbacchio turned to his lover. “ I think Fugo needs to see a doctor.”
“ You think they’re concussed.” Bruno stated back to him.
“ No, I know they do.” Abbacchio said, staring at the clearly out of it 16 year old sitting on the floor.
“ You’re suggesting we take them to the hospital now?” Bruno again questioned him.
“ Yes. I don’t want anything bad to happen.” Abbacchio responded.
“ Fine. I’ll go start the car.” Bruno didn’t want to take Fugo anywhere, not because he was selfish, but because Fugo couldn’t remember anything, and being so out of it right now, they’d freak out.
“ No, it’s better if you stay here with them. I’ll get the car.” Abbacchio left to go start the car like he said, leaving Bruno to watch Fugo.
“ Where are we going?” Fugo asked, looking up at Bruno with a very confused expression. It reminded Fugo of a sleepy kid who had been woken up after a long car ride.
“ We’re going to take you to see a doctor.” Bruno replied.
“ Why?”
“ Because we think you have a concussion and we want to make sure you’re alright.” Bruno answered them, trying to stay calm himself. He hated hospitals.
“ But I feel fine. Just sore and I have a small headache.” Fugo tilted their head to the side with even more confusion.
“ Those are symptoms of a concussion.” Bruno huffed.
“ Oh.” Fugo looked at the floor. “ Okay.”
~
Everyone was still in the living room when Abbacchio came down the stairs. For once, they’d actually listened to him. It was a miracle.
“ What’s going on?” Trish asked as Abbacchio grabbed the keys.
“ We’re taking Fugo to the ER. We think they have a concussion.” Abbacchio answered the pink haired girl.
“ Can’t Giorno just heal then?” Narancia asked, turning to the blond haired don perched on the couch.
“ My stand doesn’t work like that, Narancia.” Giorno answered with grace, though everyone could tell he was slightly ticked off by the assumption. “ I cannot ‘heal’ concussions or other brain injuries.”
“ Aw, there goes my idea.” Narancia huffed. “ So you’re taking Fugo to the hospital at 11 pm?”
“ It’s 10:46.” Sheila notes as she turned to the clock.
“ I was rounding up.” Narancia glared at Sheila. They really hated each other.
“ Stop bickering!” Abbacchio hated hearing the gaggle of teens bicker over stuff like this. “ To answer Narancia’s question, yes we’re taking them at 11 pm to get checked for brain injuries.”
“ I hope they’re okay.” Trish muttered. Everyone heard.
“ They were hit with a shovel, so we’ll see.” Abbacchio grabbed the car keys. “ Now, behave while we’re gone. If I come home and see something broken-“
“ We’re dead meat.” Everyone finished the sentence with an eye roll.
“ Good.”
~
It was very dark out when a girl appeared in the middle of the dealership parking lot. She’d been tasked with a “very important mission” aka arson.
Sighing, she located some gasoline on the side of the building and set upon pouring it out around the dealership.
“ God dammit, why am I always stuck cleaning up his messes.” She seethed as she finished her task.
Pulling out a lighter, she lit a cigarette before sacrificing her lighter to the gasoline. Almost instantly, the building went up in flames.
“ Have fun trying to figure out who did it now.” She cackled before walking away, not wishing to be there when the firefighters and cops showed up. She’d been through the whole witness thing before, she wasn’t doing that again.
Disappearing into the night, she was gone before either the firefighters or the cops showed up to stop the violent flames that burnt the whole car dealership to the ground.