Hannibal knew he didn't need to tell BA to hurry...for he knew the big man was doing everything in his power to find help for his beloved little brother.
Finally, in desparation, Hannibal told BA to take the next exit. While only a small town with no sign of a hospital, Hannibal knew there had to be a doctor's office.
Pulling into the first gas station they came to, Murdock rolled down his window and asked someone'
pumping gas where they could find the nearest doctor's office.
From the directions given they finally pulled into a small community office. Practically running with Face in his arms, Hannibal dashed inside with his other two men on his heels. Seeing them and the condition of the injured young man, the nurse immediately ushered Hannibal back...forcing BA and Murdock to wait outside.
"We were hunting and my rifle somehow went off" Hannibal told the Dr before he even asked. was an aging gentlemen, the kind of man you would expect to be a Dr in a town like this. He nodded his head in understanding at Hannibal's explanation...a look of sympathy clouding his wrinkled but kindly face. He quickly cut away Face's shirt and gently examined the wound.
This sudden contact aroused the stricken man and he moaned slightly, while trying weakly to move the large, rough hands from his abdomen. Hannibal moved to hold Face's hands still, but watched as the Dr. gently took the smaller hands into his own and moved them back to the bed, patting them as he went back to his task.
"Why have you come here and not to a hospital?" he asked, not said with rudeness but a sincere question. Not knowing what to say Hannibal said they were from out of state and could not find a hospital. After looking at Hannibal for a moment longer, then at the young man on the bed, and lastly picturing the large, bejewweled figure in his waiting room, he looked at Hannibal and then spoke..."I know why you are here and not at a hospital".
Hannibal froze...scenerious tumbling around inside his head in frantic motion. "Do I overpower this man, grab Face and run?"..."Do I pull my gun on the Dr and force him to help my lieutenant?". "Should I ask him why he thinks we are here? Perhaps it is for a different reason". The thoughts continued until the Dr spoke again. "It's okay, calm down. I know who you are, I respect and admire you and your men. I'm not going to turn you in and I will do all I can to help you".
After thanking the man and being reassured that he and the guys were safe here, Hannibal asked the Dr of Face's condition...