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Hannibal nodded as he left the room, he nodded as he walked past B.A. knowing he wanted to tell his friend goodnight and get a time of when he was going to come pick him up in the morning. Hannibal stopped at the window looking in on the two. Face laying on the bed looking tired as his eyes blinked up at B.A. slowly trying his best to stay awake. A tear suddenly made its way down the older mans cheek. Unashamed he didn't bother wiping it away. He was just glad no one was around to fell pity for him. He hated the thought of anyone feeling sorry for him.

He watched Face move his hand ever so slowly to shake B.A.'s. He knew Face wasn't ok with dying, not like this. He knew Face would give his life to save someone and it would be worth it to him, but this was not a honorable way to die. No way was Face suppose to go before him.

He had an almost good twenty years on the boy. He was like his own son, a son some other low life man made and then threw away. Hannibal always felt that he was suppose to take the boy in from the moment he saw him.

They had that father son click right away. Face was a little hesitant at warming up to him at first. Thought he would get abandoned and he was too worthless to deserve a real fathers love. Face had gotten drunk one night before they were shipped off and he remembers the conversation so vividly still. Made him feel sorry for the young boy. It was just the two of them Murdock was already in Vietnam dropping troops off and picking up wounded or bodies. Of course B.A. was asleep already, at that time he was not scared to fly, he loved it.

Hannibal always wanted kids, his marriage never produced any since he was gone so much and his marriage was rocky. He didn't expect to gain already grown ones but he loved them. He knew not to play favorites but Face always reminded him of himself when he was young. Fearless, strong yet hard headed. He would have adopted him legally but never brought it up because he was scared Face would decline. He would give his life in a heart beat for that kid, and he only wished he was the one with the tumor and not Face. He was too young with his whole life ahead of him. He knew they would get free from the lies one day and would no longer have to run.

He shook his head thinking about the gun fire Face would have at his funeral. He would make damn sure Templeton Peck got the funeral and proper send off he more then deserved. Wait why was he thinking about that? It was making his chest start to feel really heavy and painful. But if he didn't plan it all out who would? It was his job to take care of them all. He knew he would make the arrangement's and everything in between to make sure it was all perfect and the way Face would want it.

A flash of Face laying in a bed skin pale lips blue eyes stone appeared suddenly in his mind. Another tear left his heavy tired eyes his nose getting stuffy as his heart speed up. He needed to get out of this hospital, needed air.

His legs felt as if they were in heavy mud, each step harder then the next. His head started to feel light causing him to get dizzy making his stomach turn. His hand came up to his mouth cupping it to keep the bile inside as he threw himself at the bathroom door that luckily was next to him.

Falling to his knees in front of the surprisingly clean toilet the small amount of coffee and water he had drank came up hitting the back of the bowl. His hands held the lid so hard his knuckles turned white. More tears started to freely flow down his nose and splash in the now dirty toilet water. How could he let his mind wonder so much, showing him one of his worst fears? He needed a drink and his cigar.

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Murdock walked down the sidewalk in a fast walk with his arm out stretched going to the left towards the grass. "Slow down Billy." He told his dog who was now sniffing the bottom part of a statue.

Looking down at it it read. 'In memory of Dr. Jack H. Brown.' "Awe, that's nice of them." He said out loud as his mind thought hard about making his best friend one. "Face would be so honored!" He said cheerfully until the thought of his best bud in the whole wide world being gone forever.

The big empty spot that would be left in his heart and the world. Who would he do cons with? Who would join him and his gang of stuffed buddies at the VA for tea party's? Who would pick up the phone in the middle of the night when the night terrors got to be to much for him to cope.

Face was always there for him no matter what, through his break downs, through his ups and if he just needed someone to sit with him in silence so he didn't feel so alone. Face knew almost everything about him, everything that happened in the pow camps. All the people he saw mangled in the war and how much of a failure he felt he was when he crashed his chopper after being shot down and him being the only one who managed to survive. In the end it was best since that was the night he was taken as a pow.

"To bad it wasn't me. It should be me. I was the bad boy leaving that sock." He told the statue.

"What if it makes him like me? Or worse what if he forgets who I am? Who everyone is?" He shook his head looking up at the statue.

"Do you think there's hope? Think he can pull through?" The statue of must have given Murdock an unwanted answer. "What is with you doctors! Do ya'll just loose hope after a few years or something?!"

Murdock yelled his fist balling up his nails digging into the bottom of his palms.

"You should shut up doc." He told the statue in a bugs bunny voice that he couldn't stop.

"I said shut up!" He yelled his fist coming in contact with the middle of its hard stomach causing a cry from Murdock's lips.

"You're an awful man!" He screamed his other fist hitting the side of the statue.

"You don't need to be remembered!" He hit the statue a few more times his fist bruised and starting to bleed.

Falling to his knees he rolled in a fatal position his hands between his thighs. "I'm sorry."

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