Not a nurse, but there are times he does rather see himself as a bit of a knight.

When he looks him in the eyes, catching them dark and unfocused and not like he's even seeing him at all, Face swallows back a tug of genuine worry. He can't afford to worry, not when there's work to be done.

"To do what I would have done a month ago." He doesn't have a plan, but he knows as soon as he walks out the door Hannibal will.

He has to. Somebody has to have some sort of contingency plan for this sort of thing.