I stood there, watching Hannibal, undress his shirt as he disappeared around a corner adjacent to the living room. I had no attention on following him, however, I could hear his voice calling for me and nervously I followed the drip trail of blood and water. I was amazed he was still standing. He limped his way around another corner, hand on his side, and I followed through the dark red wine hall way. I met him in the rather large bathroom, with a beige ceramic floor and wall tile that took up half the wall. Above the wall tile was smooth gray crawling up and covering the ceiling. The double sink vanity that stood just to the left of the door was also beige, along with a beige wall tub that had a built in spa. The shower was even bigger standing across the room from the tub. It had a large glass icecaps block sliding door. And finally a white wall mounted ceramic round bowl toilet at the far wall.

I turned my attention back to Hannibal who had taken a first aid kid out from I wasn't sure where since I had been admiring his bathroom. Well, what was supposed to be our bathroom. I eyed his back, since it was turned towards me as he dug through the kit. I hadn't realized as I devoured his skin; every mound of muscle, and every curve in his back, and the horrid brand of Mason Verger with my eyes till he turned to face me, and I jumped in a panic. He pretended not to notice, and told me to sit on the vanity. I looked at him confused as he held a curved needle tied with silk thread in his hand. I looked in the kit and saw that he had pulled out gauze, isopropyl alcohol, tiny scissors, and a bandage. He put down the needle and walked over to the far wall behind the shower. I couldn't see what he was doing, but a moment later he came back with a dark towel and a dark hand towel. He put the larger towel down and he wet the hand towel under the sink.

"Sit." he said again, turning back to me.

"Shouldn't you be getting patched up first Hannibal? My face is cut, but you have a bullet wound in your side."

"You have more than a cut Will."

"I can handle myself." I said annoyed and took the hand towel from him. "You sit."

Hannibal looked at me, and I was unable to read his face. I didn't like that. I could usually quite easily read the faces of people, not that I liked to look at them, but when it came to Hannibal, it was rather hard to tell what he was really thinking most of the time and it bothered me.

He must have been just as exhausted as he looked because he gave in and hoisted himself on the vanity with great effort. He leaned back and I reached out to clean the wound that was hardly bleeding anymore, perhaps because of the salt water we bathed in. It would have cleaned our wounds real well too. Still, even though the bullet was small, the damage it could do was great, tearing through skin and muscle. He had lost a lot of blood.

"I have no idea how you are alive." I told him honestly.

"I am a hard bastard to kill."

I found myself giving a little amused smile and I chuckled a bit. He looked at me warmly and I kept my eyes on his wound. Taking the hot hand towel, I dabbed around the hole in his stomach, cleaning it of blood that dripped down and stained his pants. Several times I had to rewash the rag, but once I got most of the blood to stop I placed it in the sink and grabbed the gauze and the alcohol. After drenching the gauze, I looked up at Hannibal, feeling a little guilty for what had happened, but I quickly kicked it aside and looked back down. "It will sting." I warned him, and he just smiled at me. I was sure he had already known that.

I put the gauze up to his wound, and before I could dab it, Hannibal starting leaning to the side. His eyes were hardly open as he fell from the vanity, and I reached my arms out in a panic, trying to catch him. I gripped onto his waist, dropping to my knees as we both fell. He mumbled quietly for a moment, but I couldn't understand what he was trying to say.

"It's okay. It's okay. I got you." I said, not really sure what to say. He leaned on me, his arm wrapped around me neck, chin resting on my shoulder for a moment till his face slid down to rest on my chest. He felt hot, breath coming out heavy. I struggled to my knees, and Hannibal tried to help, but he was so weak.

I carried him almost having his full weight leaning into me as he struggled to help me carry him to his room where he directed me and I lied him across the bed. Rushing back to the bathroom, I grabbed all the things I would need, shoving them back into the first aid kit and I sprinted back to the bedroom, trying to remember how to get there. Once I came in, I lied the blanket down on the bed, and opened the first aid kit, laying all the things out I would need onto it. I moved as quickly as I could sterilizing the needle and pulling the thread through the hole. My hands shook so much, but I needed to calm myself. He was hardly breathing now, and still he looked at me with warm eyes, trying to reassure me I think. But I could tell he was falling away.

My damn hands just wouldn't stop shaking. I blinked a few times, taking in a deep breath in an attempt to calm myself. As I brought my hand over to him, I jumped as his hand collapsed over mine. He held it, giving me a little squeeze and a smile. He felt so cold, and I had only just noticed as he gently shuttered again and again. He needed medication. His eyes fluttered for a moment, before he closed them completely.

I was so conflicted. Have to admit, the first thought I did think was, 'Oh no. Please don't do this.' But it was just a passing thought. Almost immediately following, my mind slipped to darker things. Why not just leave him here? Why not just leave? He would die by morning if nothing was done, and I could escape. Be rid of him. For good.