North hears that wheeze and it's like a defibrillator, starting a heart he hadn't realized had stopped dead in his chest. He looks between the two men almost frantically and starts waving Wash closer. He can put aside their differences, for Maine. Neither of them ever want to see him going through this again; North knows they can find common ground there.

Scrambling hands will find an armored arm to grab onto, and tight grips in turn. He'll keep him steady, if he wants to stay on the ground or stand.

"Maine, we're here. Neither of us is gonna leave you, buddy."