Hannibal's already moving him, letting his weight rest against his shoulder before the rotor's even stopped.
"Help me out here," he calls back calmly, one arm around Face's waist to hold the gauze onto him.
Dragging him to the med tent is easy enough - troops know to clear a path when there's incoming wounded and Hannibal's more than happy to be ushered out when the doctor swoops in on him.
Still wiping blood off his hands, Hannibal digs a cigar out of his shirt pocket and looks to where Murdock's hovering near the closed flap for a peek.
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Date: 2013-03-15 08:49 am (UTC)"Help me out here," he calls back calmly, one arm around Face's waist to hold the gauze onto him.
Dragging him to the med tent is easy enough - troops know to clear a path when there's incoming wounded and Hannibal's more than happy to be ushered out when the doctor swoops in on him.
Still wiping blood off his hands, Hannibal digs a cigar out of his shirt pocket and looks to where Murdock's hovering near the closed flap for a peek.
"He'll be fine, soldier. Stand down."