Everything Hannibal is not mine and never will be. I hope no one ever post something similar. Please read and review.
It's the middle of the night, he opened his eyes slowly, weakly, his body is sore and in pain, especially from his wound on the right side of his abdomen. Slowly he looked down to his wound, a speck of blood stained the bandage covering his wound. Great, it's bleeding again, he sighed deeply, contemplating if he should just continue his sleep or get up and change.
After lying around, for five minutes, he slowly got up, swing his legs down to the floor. Left first, then right. Very slowly he tried to stand up, slowly distributing his body weight to his right foot. It hurts but after a few seconds standing in both feet and adjusting to the pain, he walked to the bathroom. There, he saw rolls of clean bandages, bloody bandages, bloody towels, even his surgical kit is lying open on the bathroom floor. His bathroom was never this messy. Ever, but after what happened, he decided to let his pain and exhaustion win and postpone the clean up until later.
He quickly changed his bandage while thinking how lucky he was the bullet went through. After that, he just sat down on the edge of his bathtub and stared at the messy bathroom. I should clean this, he thought.
After the cleaning's done, he went back to the bathroom and straight to the other side of the bed. He's fast asleep almost seems unconscious. He checked on the wound on his cheek and saw that blood already seeping to the bandage. He went back to the bathroom to get the kit to change his wound.
He stirred in his sleep while he removed the blood stained bandage from his cheek slowly. He tells him that it's just him changing his bandage and he immediately calmed and went back to sleep. He smiles at that sight.
After putting everything in it's place in the bathroom he went back to bed and lied down. As he stared at the ceiling, about to drifted back to sleep, he heard a whimpering and heavy breathing from his right. He's having a nightmare again, he thought. He turned slightly to the right as to not disturb his own wound, stroke his hair and whispers to him,
" It's okay Will. It's all over. You can rest now. "
Will Graham immediately relaxed at Hannibal's words. Much to his surprise, Will turned to Hannibal, hug his arm and continue his much needed deep sleep. Hannibal smiles as he closes his eyes.
THE END