Fuck if i know, man

HBOWW2REWATCH, WEEK 5: Delay

MASTERS OF THE AIR (2024) -> Part Three

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"I would be nowhere without that support"

say my name

Salt Drops, Chapter Nine: sea-mad

“Easy, John,” Gale says. “Easy. Can you hear me, Bucky?” 

Crosby comes skidding back, spraying them with water, making John flinch and twitch. With Chick’s careful lifting, they secure the collar around John’s neck, pushing the skin of his jaw awkwardly up, immobilizing his spine and any damage that might have been caused. Gale checks its placement all around.

“Lucky you’re a firefighter, huh Buck?” Curt asks.

The pot clangs against the side of the ship. 

“Firefighter, Curt, not EMT,” Gale says, pushing himself to standing. “We need to move him off the deck.” 

John lets out a quiet groan, then tries to sit up. He’s immediately pushed back again by several hands, Gale’s kneecaps clipping against the deck as he kneels again, pushing a palm against the center of John’s chest. “Hey, hey, hey, Bucky, need you to keep still for me.”

“Come on, man,” Curt says, “Captain’s orders.”