All for One
Disclaimer and Author's notes: An experiment in writing... tell a story using sentences beginning with each letter of the alphabet in sequence. It's harder than it sounds, but done out of love for the characters... the ones that I don't own... the ones that Stephen J. Cannell owns...
This little bit is based around one particular scene in "Curtain Call."
"All for one" had become their own personal motto. B.A. resented that it was Murdock making it so clear to everyone, that they were the modern equivalent of D'Artagnan and the Three Musketeers. Carefully, he lifted the torn edges of the bloody t-shirt and gently swapped the blood soaked bandage for another clean one. Despite having lost a lot of blood from the gunshot wound to the shoulder, H.M. was still semi-conscious. Eventually that would change; then they would worry.
"Forget about me, man," he tried to say, slurring tiredly. "Get yourselves out of here."
Hannibal was drawn away from his lookout post at the window by the need to tend to the men under his command. Ideally, they were the best he could ever hope to lead. Just because of a mistake on his part, though, one of them was now facing his own mortality.
"Keep that under wraps, Captain. Leaving you would not make this situation any better, and besides, we have to wait here until Face and Tanya get back from the ranger station with those medical supplies."
Murdock hated that they were risking being caught by Colonel Decker for his sake. Never would he have wanted them to sacrifice so much for him, but he also knew that he would never talk them out of it. One for all... Personally, he was willing to put everything on the line for the team and he had done so many times, no questions asked. Questions were useless when you had trust in your brothers.
Reality was blurring even further than usual for Murdock as the infection and blood loss combined their attack on him. Softly, he burst into song again, moaning about a problem and making it go away. The song faded from his lips as he drifted in and out of consciousness.
Under normal circumstances, B.A. would have glared until he stopped singing, but now he wished that he could hear the healthy full blast assault on his eardrums that Murdock normally delivered. Virtually helpless, all he could do was keep an eye on the bleeding and make sure his "little brutha" was comfortable as he slept.
Worry was evident, even on Hannibal's face until Murdock's eyes opened again and he started to mumble something while pointing in the air. X-Wing fighters were flying around the ceiling, apparently. Years on the run together had made a family out of this unlikely foursome and B.A. grinned at the predictability of the pilot's imagination. Zany visions of Star Wars and Darth Vader were the perfect harbinger to the second wind that they hoped would bring Murdock through this crisis.