Mafioso’s ears twitched sharply as the door slammed. Before he could react, Chance stumbled in, clutching their side, wings faltering. His tail flicked anxiously, and he leapt forward instinctively, catching them before they fell entirely.

"Chance… what the hell happened?!" His voice was low, rough, edged with fury and panic. He pressed them close, ears flattening slightly as he scanned the wound, ignoring the argument they’d just had.

"You don’t… you don’t go running off like that! You don’t face him alone! Do you hear me, Jackpot?!"

His hands pressed against the wound, stopping the bleeding as best he could, tail flicking and ears brushing protectively against their back. His chest heaved with a growl, a mix of frustration and desperate relief.

"You stay with me. I don’t care about the fight. You stay right here, alive, and you don’t move another inch without me."