‘My heart…?’ He was breathing. When he breathed, it was beating in time. He could feel it.
But…was it his? Whose heart was it?
It was hot—everything was hot. His head. His chest. His hand. His lungs. Clarity returned, but so did pain. Giorno doubled over and coughed on his next lungful, blood clearing from his airways.
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Date: 2024-12-19 05:42 pm (UTC)But…was it his? Whose heart was it?
It was hot—everything was hot. His head. His chest. His hand. His lungs. Clarity returned, but so did pain. Giorno doubled over and coughed on his next lungful, blood clearing from his airways.