When he woke up the first thing he could see was blood. He didn't know if it was his or Will's. Will... He moved his head to the right to see the younger man. Will's body was leaning forward against the seatbelts. His head was turned to the right as well, so Hannibal couldn't see his face, but he was most probably unconscious.
Hannibal started to struggle to get out of the car right away. He needed to help him. He couldn't let Will down. He couldn't...
He took a sharp breath when he got out of the car and saw where they were. In the woods. In the middle of nowhere. Their phones were probably not useful, if they weren't crashed anyway.
But now he had to help Will. Immediately. He took a step and felt pain in his left leg. He closed his eyes and took a long, deep breath. He could feel with all his senses. He could feel everything.
The only thing he could see behind closed eyelids was Will's face. He opened his eyes and felt hot stream on his cheek. He looked at the sky and suddenly felt helpless.
No. No. No. It's not the time for this.
He ran to Will despite the pain. He raised his head by the chin. He had a wound on his forehead. He unbuckled his seatbelt, gently took Will by his armpits and pulled him out of the car. Will wasn't breathing.
He started resuscitation.
He was pushing life into Will's chest.
He was fighting with God.
'Don't die. Will. Please. Don't die. I've been making plans. With you. Only you. Will, please, don't let Him take you away from me.' Hannibal's voice cracked as he felt a cry forming in his throat. He hadn't felt it for years. And he couldn't control it. He couldn't control himself. He was losing him. He was losing the only man who had been making him more... human.
No. Not again. He wasn't going to let anyone or anything take someone that important away from him again. Not this time.
New strength came to him. Hate and love made him keep going all at once.
He pushed harder.
Again and again.
Blowing breath of life into Will's lungs after every 20 pressures.
The last words Will had said were echoing in his mind all the time.
'I will let you, Will. I will love you. I will make everything better, just please, don't leave me.'
When Will took first breath he thought his senses were lying to him, making him see what he wanted to see. He closed his eyes and opened them again. Will's chest was moving on its own now.
Hannibal felt like something heavy fell from his chest and he could breathe again. He looked at Will. And he couldn't believe he won. Usually he was more sure of himself, but this time he had thought he would lose everything again.
'You won't take him away from me.' He whispered and fell to the ground not able to stop sobbing. He almost lost him. He almost... He couldn't take a breath. He closed his eyes and tried as hard as he could to just breathe.
He would always fight for Will. Will was his... He couldn't even name it. It was beyond everything.
He hadn't known how much Will meant to him. But now he knew how much he didn't want to lose him.
In this place, in this moment he promised himself to always protect Will and never let anyone hurt him. And he knew he could do that. He had just stood face to face with death and he had won.
It was ironic in a way. He, who could make an art out of death, had just been fighting against it. He almost laughed at the thought.
Will meant more to him than he had thought and expected.
He took a deep breath once more and stood up. Will was breathing, but still needed immediate help. He picked Will up and started to walk down the road in direction they had been driving from. With Will on his hands, breathing but still unconscious, he only hoped someone would drive this road.
And now the only thing he could do was to keep going, checking if Will was still breathing.