Knowing there was little they could do at the moment, Face decided they would all check into a nearby hotel for the night and return to the hospital the next day. Carla had already booked the largest suite the hotel had to offer before they arrived.

Arriving by motorcade, Face and Ellen were quickly ensconced between several of Stockwell's ables before swiftly moving though the lobby and into a private elevator.

"I never realized that this was how Stockwell traveled," Ellen said once they were safely inside the four bedroom suite.

Face shrugged his shoulders absently. He knew his position warranted such precautions but he felt, he could take care of himself it was only because Ellen was with him that he agreed to bring the ables along. Being a member of the team, he wasn't afraid of taking anyone head on.

"Nice place," Hannibal said as he and Maggie walked in shortly behind them. The suite consisted of two floors. The four bedrooms were upstairs and the living space was down. Marble and gold completed the room.

"I could get used to this," Maggie agreed with a broad smile.

Face grinned. As a conman, he'd gotten used to the finer things in life because he'd been able to scam them. Hannibal hadn't been exposed to such opulence on a regular basis.

Maggie watched some what worriedly as Face headed toward the bar and fixed himself a drink. "What kind of long term effects can we expect as far as Murdock's concerned?" He asked before taking a seat in the living room.

All eyes fell on her but it was to Ellen that she spoke. "Well," she said with an encouraging smile. "Murdock's a relatively young and healthy man so I doubt that he'll let only having one lung slow him down. He may not be able to exercise as vigorously as he used to because of the inability to bring in enough oxygen but I don't think you'd even notice unless he was running a marathon or something like that."

"Really?" Ellen asked in relief as Maggie nodded.

"That's a good thing for him then," Hannibal said with a nod. "I won't be able to push him as hard on the course."

"Exactly," Maggie said sternly. "But, don't let me catch you babying him either, John. It won't help him out in the field if he hasn't been forced to keep up with you and BA."

Face got up and returned to the bar to fix another drink as Maggie and Hannibal exchanged glances. "What do you all say, we order in for dinner?" Hannibal asked as Ellen and BA simply agreed.

"Whatever you want to do," Face said sullenly. "I'm not really hungry."

"Downing those drinks isn't going to help your appetite, Face," Hannibal warned as the younger man sighed.

"Thanks for the warning but I'll be just fine," Face spat angrily an he gulped the scotch on the rocks.

"I think, I'll go call Gloria and see how the baby is before I turn in. It's been a long day," Ellen said gently before getting to her feet.

"Sounds like a good idea," Maggie replied as she followed Ellen from the living room and up the stairs. She had been with the team long enough to know that it was a far better idea to let BA and Hannibal handle Face when he was in this kind of mood.

Hannibal watched Face move over to the large windows that looked out over the now darkened city before following him. "What's eating you, kid?"

"You didn't see him, Hannibal," Face said subconsciously tightening his fist. "Lying there with all those tubes and wires coming out of him! He's my best friend, my brother, how am I ever going to face him again."

"Look, Face," Hannibal said angrily grabbing his shoulder and hauling him around to face him. "If you want to continue to blame yourself for what happened that's on you but Murdock and Ellen are both going to need your support! So, I suggest you get it together like we talked about earlier and start taking responsibility for this organization which means that you can't blame yourself for every little thing that goes on! Understand!"

"I thought, I did," Face replied pulling away from Hannibal's grasp. "Until I saw him like that! I mean...what if the next time, someone dies! Then what Hannibal? You think, I could live with that on my conscious!"

"Face!" Ellen yelled excitedly from atop the stairs. "Stockwell has regained consciousness! Maggie said, the nurse told her he recognized where he was!"

"Thanks, El," Face said with a slight smile.

"It's about time," Hannibal muttered under his breath as Face nodded in agreement.

"I know, I can do this Hannibal," Face said meeting his eyes. "I just don't think I can and that's dangerous...for all of us! And, I won't be held responsible for what happens!"

Hannibal sighed as he watched Face storm off toward the stairs. After a good nights rest, he'd feel differently in the morning, Hannibal was sure he'd get Face to realize what a mistake giving up his position as the head of the EIA would be. Even though Stockwell had come around, Maggie had made it quite plain that a man with his medical issues would hardly be healthy enough to retake control of such an organization and they all knew what could happen if it were to be dissolved.