A/N: So I finished A Crash of Hope and needed a refresher from Walking Alone. I'll write up a new adventure for Adventures Occur Anywhere sometime this week then type it up and post it soon. But I had to get this down before it went away. I'm bad about forgetting things haha.
Summary: After a mission goes up in explosions, Face and Murdock are injured but while Murdock's are mild, Face's are lasting.
Disclaimer: The A-Team is not mine! Please review, thank you everyone!:)
"B.A.! Give me that-" What B.A. was supposed to give Hannibal was never known after the sudden explosion that rocked the area fiercely. Hannibal came to a stop beside B.A., they looked around the dark courtyard for the source.
One of the mob's members was on top of the tall, abandoned building with a missal launcher in his hands. He aimed for the shed by Hannibal and B.A., the rocket shooting by them suddenly and the two were running for cover before it hit the shed. They barely escaped the blast and B.A. let out a growling shout. "Man, is that even legal?"
"I honestly don't think he cares, B.A.." Hannibal peeked over the jeep they had jumped behind and saw a figure running in their direction yards away. B.A. pulled out his rifle and aimed for the person but Hannibal's hand smacked his gun away. "It's only Murdock. Let's find Face and get out of here, we've done our mission, I'm ready to split!" He told the Sergeant before jumping out from the jeep and waving once at Murdock.
Somewhere behind Murdock, another figure appeared. Face was hurrying after Murdock, breathing coming out in short gasps. Being faster, the pilot was almost to the jeep when the owner of the rocket launcher took aim again and fired. Hannibal yelled out to Murdock to take cover but it was too late and the large truck beside him exploded. He was thrown back, landing on his bottom and gaping at the burning remains of the truck. Face had stopped way back and was about to come forward again when they heard a faint rumbling sound. Their heads all went up in unison, Murdock being the first to realize they were hearing distant rotor blades beating in the black sky. The chopper came into view a minute later and it fired first at the old building beyond them as if showing its intent.
It came closer and Hannibal knew it was going to fire at them; he turned out to Murdock and Face, yelling at them to move. Face had been running to them as the helicopter made its way over and he was a few feet ahead of Murdock when the pilot got to his feet, staring up at the helicopter with glazed over eyes, mouth hanging open.
"Murdock, come on!" Face all but screamed over the roar of the blades. Murdock seemed to come to his senses and started jogging over to Face. Hannibal and B.A. were already far ahead of them, searching out a way to escape. When they looked back, the other two were lagging behind, too far behind. The chopper fired and Hannibal's shouts were inaudible as it hit the ground and they both were thrown in separate directions.
Murdock went into a stack of large crates to the left, legs and arms splayed out oddly. His head fell forwards and he appeared to be unconscious. Face went right, and from where they stood Hannibal and B.A. could very clearly see the conman's head collide into the edge of the stone bench that sat there proudly. He fell limply to the ground, blood already running down the side of his head and pooling under his ear.
Hannibal started running back, B.A. following. "Go to Murdock! I'll get Face!" He ordered and the bigger guy replied with a curt nod. He skidded to a stop at the broken pile of crates, pushing Murdock's hair aside to look for any blood. There did not appear to be any, his head must have been fine. But blood was running out of his ears and down his neck, soaking his collar. As B.A. lifted the Captain into his arms and got his balance, hurrying over to the others before the helicopter would fire again. Hannibal was on his knees by Face, who was out cold. The Colonel pulled Face into his arms, facing B.A. with Murdock.
"I know you're not supposed to move anybody with a head injury, but right not I don't give a damn." He declared in a scarily worried tone. "I found a suitable car, let's go before they fire again!"
It was a black Cadillac Escalade, parked around the back of the old building. B.A. hurriedly set Murdock in one of the back seats and jumped into the driver's side, sliding down to hot wire the car.
Hannibal was more careful in laying Face in the seat, chewing on his lip for a moment as B.A. got the engine running then climbing into the passenger's seat.
Hannibal usually hated going to hospitals, Doctors asked questions, there was the possibility of the MP's showing, or just bad news relating to their injuries. But when one of his boys gets this bad, there's no choice. B.A. was about to turn into the turning lane when they heard someone stirring and Hannibal whipped his torso around.
Face was still out but Murdock's eyes were slowly opening. He moaned a little, reaching up to rub his forehead. "Captain?" Hannibal asked quietly. Murdock's eyes opened and he glanced quickly around, appearing to not have heard his CO, and when his eyes landed on Hannibal turned to him, he half-smiled.
"That sure was some explosion, eh Bossman?" B.A. jumped a little as Murdock yelled, and Hannibal quickly held up a hand. "Murdock...there's no need to shout. We're right here."
But Murdock leaned forwards, eyebrows coming together. "WHAT!" He shouted out.
The car stopped in close parking spot and B.A. looked around at the pilot, eyes angry. "He says to shut the hell up!" The big man shouted back and Murdock made a 'ahh' sound and nodded.
As Hannibal hurried around to Face's side, Murdock noticed him and gasped, putting his hand on Face's arm before Hannibal pulled him from the seat. The Captain climbed out after Face, following them to the doors. "What's wrong with Face?" He asked in that loud voice.
B.A. turn on Murdock, shaking his head vigorously. "Stop yellin'! We can hear ya just fine!"
"No, I don't have a dime!" Murdock replied, completely mishearing Bosco's words. His expression turned perplexed when B.A. tried to grab him in a choke-hold. "I didn't know ya needed one so bad, I'm sorry!"
Hannibal turned and called them over. B.A. growled, releasing Murdock and following the sidewalk to where Hannibal waited with Face in his arms. Murdock watched him go then trotted after, still looking confused.
They took Face in, seeing as it was not a busy night, and on Hannibal's demanding requests, they also took Murdock back to examine him as well. It was a bit of a wait but Hannibal and B.A. were soon called back. As they had dreaded, Face was still unconscious as he lay on the hospital bed. Murdock was sitting on the bench under the windows, his orange tee shirt and jacket was missing but he still had his colorful Hawaiian shirt on. Under that, though, was a wide white bandage wrapped around his stomach.
The Doctor, a young man, indicated Murdock first. "I'm sure he's alright. There was a large gash that ran from his belly button to the lumbus. But it's been stitched and cleansed. However, whatever caused this, I don't know, but it seems to have temporarily damaged his ears. He can hear still, just not well. I recommend keeping him away from loud noise and he will be able to hear perfectly again in a week or two."
B.A.'s annoyed groan was ignored and the Doctor's young face took on a more pitying look. "And this man. We have done all we can do to try waking him up. His systems are stable, but whatever struck his head did a lot of damage in that area," He paused, looking at his clipboard.
Hannibal cleared his throat. "Are you saying that he's...in like a, coma?"
When the Doctor swallowed and slowly nodded, B.A. cussed and Hannibal closed his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose tightly. The Doctor straightened up, looking around at Murdock, who was sitting ramrod straight, most likely not having heard the news. Seeing the other two not making a move towards the smaller man, the Doctor started over to Murdock.
Murdock watched him warily and the Doctor sat on the bench beside him. He sighed quietly, leaning in close to the pilot so he would be heard.
"Can you hear me?" The Doctor tested a level and Murdock nodded. "I can." He whispered, despite not hearing himself. "I'm sure you didn't hear...but your friend over there, he's not going to be waking up soon." The Doctor began. Hannibal and B.A. were pretending not to hear. Murdock gasped, eyes widening wetly.
"He's dead?" Murdock asked in a choked voice.
The Doctor shook his head, seeing how the pilot's eyes looked the tiniest bit relieved but he broke the feeling. "He's in a coma."
