#I'm a hi octane whumping machine running on no sleep and too much caffeine

[feyd-meowtha]

“Christ,” John said to himself, taking a deep breath and setting his face into what he hoped was a look of reassurance as he pulled his eyes away from the clearly infected wound and back to Gale’s sweating face. Gale was looking at it too, his mouth thin and pinched, they both knew what a wound like that meant.  “It’ll be okay,” Bucky said, as much to convince himself as Gale. “I’ll get Helen to look at it, she’s a devil with some surgical spirit. You’ll be right as rain in no time, okay?” “Sure, Bucky,” Gale said with a weak smile as Bucky leant forward, touching his forehead to Gale’s and feeling the terrifying difference in temperature. “I’m just gonna lay down a bit longer. I’m feeling’ real tired all of a sudden.”