WARNING: I do NOT know ANY medical information so if it's wrong (which it will probably be) I am sorry but tough :)

Not sure about the ending but it was the best I could think of might change it if I can think of something different ….

Hope you enjoy.

Face sat on the edge of a hospital bed with an IV drip in his arm, administrating pain medication. It was making him feel drowsy but at least the pain had gone now. More or less. Hannibal and Frankie were sat on the two chairs in the small hospital room, while Frankie was leaning against the wall by the door and Murdock was sitting next to Face on the bed.

He'd been taken for an x-ray over an hour ago and the doctor still hadn't reappeared. Typical. The one place he didn't want to be and he was being forced to stay for longer. He was fine. Face had kept telling them that but the pain he'd been feeling hadn't exactly kept itself hidden so they hadn't believed him.

"I spy with my"

"Shut up fool." BA growled as Murdock started to talk.

"But I'm bored BA." Murdock whined.

"He's got a point BA." Frankie piped up. He'd been moving around the room for the last hour, clearly bored with being there.

"Then go back to the house fools. Just don't annoy me." BA grunted in return. Murdock stuck his tongue out at BA before turning to Face. Frankie stayed quiet and moved to the other side of the room to watch the door.

"Wanna play a game Faceman?" Face smiled fondly at the Captain. He had to admit he was bored to but the look BA was giving them told him it wasn't such a good idea to aggravate the bigger man right about now.

"Not right now Murdock. Maybe later." Murdock looked down at his hands, making Face feel instantly guilty. He knew Murdock was still blaming himself. "Listen Murdock, it wasn't your fault. I should have told you. You didn't know." Murdock looked up at him with sad eyes.

"Sucka's right fool. It weren't your fault. It was his fools fault." BA stated.

"but…"

"Don't blame yourself Murdock." Frankie stated.

"If Face isn't blaming you then you shouldn't blame yourself Murdock. It wasn't your fault." Hannibal continued. Murdock looked at Face.

"You don't blame me?"

"No. Really I don't." Face said, seeing the doubt cross Murdock face. Murdock sat for a moment in solemn silence with guilt still welling up in him. Moving the IV drip out of the way, Face gave the crazy pilot an awkward one handed hug. Murdock brightened up at that, returning the hug with a full one. Though gentle so as not to jostle Face's sore ribs.

The door opened, making the 5 men sit back down and stare at the doctor as he walked into the room. He paused for a moment at the sight in front of him. Stockwell had called ahead to make sure the team got a doctor that wouldn't call the military.

Well, the general had said to expect an odd sight. And that it was. There was a black man with heavy gold around his neck in one corner, a white haired older man watching him with a protective look on his face, another one leaning against the wall looking slightly awkward and nervous, and then there was the two on the bed one looking protectively at the patient and the doctors patient with a guarded expression on his face. Sighing, the doctor turned to face who he presumed to be Colonel Hannibal Smith.

"What's the problem then?" Hannibal asked, placing an unlit cigar in his mouth. Face saw the Doctor frown in disapproval but he didn't say anything. Looking unsure on who to address the doctor stood by the door so he could look at all of the people in the room.

"It seems one of your ribs managed to break, lieutenant. It's a clean break so I won't need to set it but you'll have to be careful where you move for a while. I'm not sure how you managed to move around for so long without being in pain." Face just gave the doctor a level look. Well, a broken rib wouldn't surprise him at the force of those hits the thugs had hit him with. "I'll prescribe you some pain killers." With this the doctor gave the room one last look before leaving the room.

"You're going to take those pain killers, lieutenant." Hannibal stated in a voice the brooked no sort of argument.

"Yeah." Face agreed. He was going to take them anyway. After all of this pain in his side Face really did need to sort it out. Stop it from hurting so much.

"Well, we'll grab a nurse so we can bail you outta here, okay Facey." Murdock said happily now that he knew Face was going to be happy.

"You'll be getting a date after this Face. Those nurses sure are looking at you like they wanna date ya'." Frankie stated, following Murdock to grab a nurse. BA giggled as he left the room to get the van ready.

That just left Face and Hannibal alone in the room. "Next time your hurt tell us." Hannibal stated. Face only shrugged as answer.

3 weeks later

"You sure you alright Face?" Murdock asked, climbing into the van to head to the next place Stockwell wanted them to go to.

"If I were you Face I'd be milking it and getting out of some of these missions." Frankie stated. Face only grinned.

"I'm fine." Seeing Hannibal's look in the mirror, Face continued. "I promise I'm not lying." Hannibal looked back at the kid for a moment, seemingly satisfied with what he saw.

"Alright but stay out of the fighting. We don't want you breaking any more ribs." Hannibal stated. "Now BA why don't you…"

"Drive to Texas. I told you I ain't flyin'."

"Of course not BA. We're driving." Hannibal said, glancing back at Murdock and Face. The big guy fell onto the horn, making them all groan collectively. He was not gonna be happy when he woke up.