Shot To The Heart (or torso... whatever)

[notjustaface]

They didn't talk, deployment came before it came to that. And with another mission came another brush with death.

In Face's case, playing bait for a small terrorist cell holding some very important documents. Always the bait... and that always goes well. 

"C'mon boys... any time now..." he mutters under his breath, twisting his wrist against the tight metal cuff linking him to a pipe he can't seem to budge. Best guess, he's got about ten minutes before the leader is back with a few of his goons and then the guns and well... that part's not so pretty.

There was a snag, there had to be a snag because there was always a snag. But really, any time the boys want to show up with a chopper or anything is just fine with him.

"Fuck this..." he groans, closing his eyes as he focuses everything he's got into bearing down on his fingers until they separate and he can pull free. "Son of a bitch... that fucking hurts..."

And the footsteps coming right toward him aren't exactly friendly sounding.

What seems like seconds later, he's curled up on the floor in his own blood waiting for the third shot. When it comes, it's not for him.

"Get me outta here guys."

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[notjustaface]

Normally, there'd be a joke in there but he's just too tired to make it happen. Especially when Murdock's got that profound look on his face like he's about to break.

"Promise I'll do my best." He tries to lift their joined hands to his lips, but stalls halfway - muscles demanding not to work and letting his arm fall back down against the cot.

Well, he tried.

[notthatcrazy]

"You do that." He reaches down and brushes a kiss across his knuckles.

"I'd better get going."

He's half expecting Hannibal to show up and shoo him out of the room.

"Feel better, okay?"

[notjustaface]

He wants to say 'don't go', but they both know that's just silly. He'll be up and stumbling by morning and back by the pool by lunch time.

Just the way it is.

"Well, I was thinking about faking a staph infection to spend more time with that hot nurse..." he smiles weakly, and quickly adds; "But, for you... yeah, I can do that."

[notthatcrazy]

He doesn't bother to ask how he'd go about doing that. Knowing him he'd find a way.

"See ya soon."

[notjustaface]

"Tonight?" He asks quietly, licking his dry lips.

He doesn't know why it matters, but it does.

[notthatcrazy]

He's really not sure what the rest of the day will bring, but at that point it's the easiest thing in the world to say "Sure."

He looks down at the end of the bed. "Take care of him, Billy."