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Everything was melting. Dripping. Nothing was staying in place. It felt that he wasn't fading any longer, he was draining away, drip by drip.

Drip.

Drip.

His conversations with Dr. Lecter were sort of buzz filled. Like they were a lifetime ago. He knew they had only been recently, more than once a week even, but it was just… it felt so long.

Kailani had returned from her vacation and hounded him, but he hadn't had time to talk to her.

Abel Gideon was on the loose and Will was losing his mind. He simply asked if she could text him whatever it was and he'd get to her in time.

She seemed insistent.

Worried.

But it could wait, because he and Jack were on their way to the observatory where they found Miriam Lass' severed arm.

He'd been ordered to wait outside. He could do that.

It was just… the stag caught his eye.

Drip.

Drip.

Hannibal knew this was a means to a very worthy beginning. This would not end. He'd pushed and pushed Will to his breaking point and Will had finally gotten there. He knew it wasn't an end, because once Will was free from the pain and fear of his mind, he could Become what he was truly meant to be.

Abel Gideon was simply a puppet. Nothing more.

Will though, he was the masterpiece. A caterpillar inside a dark chrysalis, awaiting his metamorphosis into something far greater than mere humanity was capable of reaching.

An equal to Hannibal.

He did not like to see Will so hurt. It was a new experience for him, considering his life and how he'd always loved manipulating others. But Will was special. Will was like him. So much, yet so different at the same time. But Will was unlike anyone ever and that made him special.

And he had wormed his way into Hannibal's mind. His heart. Hannibal longed for fierce friendship and adoration from Will Graham. Wanted Will to see him at his best - which some would argue was actually his worst - and still want to keep looking.

Kailani had wanted them to be a couple. Still did in fact. She thought they'd make a 'good team', she'd once said. She had no idea how right she was.

Her small desire to see a perfect couple come together, with that rare understanding and devotion to each other so that she may live vicariously through it - yes, Hannibal knew it even if she hadn't realized it yet that that was what she was aiming for - had ended up sparking something far stronger. Not love. They weren't that far. Obsession was much closer to Hannibal's feelings at present. Obsession and admiration and the two were a dangerous mix.

Will Graham was Hannibal's.

Hannibal needed to keep him safe and secure.

Somewhere close by.

Always.

At least until the time was right.

Will would understand.

Kailani entered the hospital, frantic with worry.

When she got to Will's room, she found him trying to get up.

"I had sent you messages about the encephalitis while I was away," she said, helping him stand.

"What?" he mumbled in confusion.

"Maritza has an aunt who suffered like you and she mentioned it. I texted you multiple times and left a message, before coming back."

"I-I didn't get them. I wasn't diagnosed with anything besides a fever."

Kailani frowned at that. What the hell was going on? "Do you have your phone here?"

"It's probably dead."

"Damn. We'll have to wait then," she huffed helping him into his robe. "You'll need to suggest an MRI."

"I've already had one and nothing came up."

"Are you sure? Doctors do often lie about a diagnosis in order to get research done. I sued a doctor when I was sixteen, for letting my mother's Cancer spread for three years without telling her. He wanted to study it. It's why I have a hard time trusting doctors because of that shit."

Will sighed, looking defeated, "I'll just have to… mention it."

"You do that. Where are you going?"

"I was going to see someone, to see how she's doing."

"And no one would have known where you'd gone. You need to be more vigilant. We'll need proof. My phone is charged, so let's go."

She pulled out the phone and set it to video, keeping it pointed ahead as she helped him move through the hospital at night. They waved to the nurses at the station while heading for the elevators.

"Always record things. If I go somewhere new, I call Maritza and tell her and we leave the line open in case something happens to me and she can call the police. Sometimes your word isn't going to be enough, and no offense, but your declining health recently would make many question whether or not you're lying."

"I know," he admitted forlornly. "It's through here. She's been ill."

"Who are we seeing?"

"Georgia Madchen. She has some disorder that makes her unable to see faces, I think. She killed her friend and supposedly killed the doctor who had given me the MRI. I don't… I don't think she did the last one. It's down here."

Kailani looked at the signs for the ward they were in, "Was she burned?"

"No, but she's being treated much the same, it's bad. Most vital fluids were gone, skin eroded, it wasn't pleasant. As someone who suffers because of mental issues..." he paused, sneering out the words, "I can't help but feel bad for her."

"I don't know everything, but she sounds… sick. As a person plagued by anxiety and paranoia on a day to day basis, I can sort of understand that she'd be terrified if she can't see faces of people and not know who they are."

Will sighed, "Yeah."

They came to a stop in front of a door and she stepped back, recording Will entering the room. He turned to look back at her, "Coming?"

"Ask her permission first. She doesn't know me and may not want to be filmed."

Will nodded and went in. Kailani stood by the window, camera trained on Will, who turned back and motioned her forward. She entered as well, waving slightly to the ill woman in the odd tube thing.

"What is the tube thing called?"

Will blinked, "I have no idea. Some kind of chamber I think."

"We are a couple of geniuses," said Kailani sarcastically.

Will and the woman - Georgia - laughed a little. Georgia was looking rough, but her hair had been combed out it seemed and it was gorgeous. Kailani had briefly wanted blonde hair when she was younger, feeling that brown hair was too normal and half the world had it for a hair color. Kailani eventually got over it, but that didn't stop her from admiring.

"You look better," Will told the woman.

She smirked, "Do I look alive?"

The Polynesian was sure she was missing something, but wasn't going to intrude. The two seemed to be in their own little bubble and Kailani simply sat back, aiming the camera at their hands. No need for faces when voices was enough.

"You look pretty."

Will was surprisingly good with social interaction when he wanted to be. And obviously, those sweet words had made the woman happy. Sweet Talker Graham, at your service.

She mentally snickered.

Georgia moved her hair behind her ear, her arm looked terrible. In need of a million meals at least and new skin too. "It must be all the oxygen," she joked.

Will smiled.

"Did they find out what's wrong with you?"

Will glanced at Kailani and said, "No, just a fever."

"They'll never find anything," the woman said. "They'll just keep saying they're working on it and giving you false hope, but no one will find anything and you'll be let down. I know all about being let down."

Will frowned, looking to Kailani and saying, "My friend Kailani thinks it's Encephalitis and I'll have to talk with my doctor later."

"Soon," amended Kailani.

"'Soon'," he agreed, turning back to the woman in the chamber.

Kailani felt bad, because Georgia Madchen obviously wasn't well and if she had done horrible things to her friend, of course she wouldn't want to remember.

She said she felt she was dreaming and that they weren't memories. That she killed her friend, but that Will killed the doctor, but she couldn't see his face and that his hair was a different color and styled wrong.

Eventually, after a little more small talk, Georgia needed to rest and Kailani bade her a farewell while taking Will back to his room.

"There's something missing. She didn't kill Sutcliffe, but who did?" Will asked, probably rhetorically seeing as Kailani wouldn't have the answer.

"It could be… the Copycat."

"The one that did Cassie Boyle?" asked Kailani, remembering the term from back in the early stages of their acquaintanceship.

"Yes. He was killed in a perfect mimicry of Georgia's murder. Psychopaths with the ability to recreate murder scenes have to be experienced. It's why people like the Ripper are so hard to find. They know what they do. Georgia only killed one person, she wouldn't know enough about killing in general in order to perfectly replicate her own murder, especially when she can't see faces and see what she did to her friend."

Back in his room, he sat on the edge of his bed, staring at the woman on the chair beside him and the camera she was holding which was aimed at his face.

"I don't think you need to continue anymore," he said, looking uneasy.

"I guess, but I'd prefer to be safe. You shot someone and if they call you in or something, it's just best to have evidence of where you are at all times. And since we both lack in the sufficient amount of friends who can vouch for us, we have to make do," she explained, but did stop the recording, saving it for later.

"So, would you like anything to be brought to you while in hell?" she offered.

"A charger for my phone?"

"Okay. Where's the phone, I'll buy a charger for it and bring it back by lunch."

"Thanks," he grinned.

She left the room, catching the nurse who was on his board for night shift 11 pm to 12 pm the next day, while she was at the nurse's station.

"Hi, you watch Will Graham, right?"

The woman, short, blonde, and cute, nodded, smiling up at Kailani.

"Listen, I'm paranoid and I tend to worry about people. I suffer anxiety and I was wondering if you could check on him every hour and mark it down on a piece of paper for me with your signature so I can be sure. He sleepwalks and can go for miles and could hurt himself. I'll be back by noon tomorrow, but I'd… like my worries to be laid to rest, please?"

The woman nodded, "Okay! It's no problem!"

"Thank you very much!"

A young nurse, new to the field.

Bubbly and happy.

Kailani was sure she'd do fine.

She walked into the hospital the next morning, ten minutes before Will's nurse got off her shift, and accepted the paper from the woman upon seeing her, a particular kind of writing with a lovely signature on the bottom.

"He didn't sleepwalk once!" she beamed.

"Thank you, Melissa."

"No problem!"

With the charger in hand, Kailani brought herself to Will's room, knocking twice to let him know she was there.

He was sitting on his bed, looking relieved to see her.

She flashed the paper, "Got proof that you remained in the room ever since I left, the nurse signed her name too. Always need proof."

"It's like you expect something bad to happen."

"You can never be too careful," she said ominously, sitting in the available chair. "Besides, you shot someone and they'll want to know where you are at every possible moment."

"Hannibal was just here. He brought me some lunch. Soup."

"Have you talked to your doctor yet?"

"No, just the nurse for a bit."

"I'll stay until the doctor comes, now where's your phone?"

She was there for four hours. Every hour on the hour, a nurse came in to check on Will's vitals. The woman was the opposite of the blonde, though not rude or anything. Kailani got her to agree to check every hour as well and mark down times to make sure. She then marked down their meeting in her book, next to the other nurse, Melissa.

She took pictures of the room and some of the window to show time of day. Repeatedly.

She never sat with her back to the window, never mind the floor they were on.

Windows were not good.

Will was stressed, understandably so.

"You need to relax."

"How? I'm stuck in this bed, not allowed to do much, and it's hell."

"Think of a good form of stress relief and do it," she suggested.

His face flamed, "You want to have sex?"

"What? I was thinking you could masterbate in the bathroom!"

"Oh."

He looked away, face red.

"But it's flattering to know that you think of me in such a way."

"I-I don't… I haven't… not much-"

"'Not much'? You still think about it though?" she joked.

He nodded twice, not looking at her. "You're beautiful and it'd be stupid not to notice you."

"Well you aren't so bad yourself. Taller than the last man I was with. But can you handle all of me?" taunted the woman.

Will pulled his glasses off and placed them on the table. He then looked her right in the eye and everything sort of zeroed in on that moment. "I think I can."

Like tunnel vision, suddenly, Will was all she could see.

"Sex, right?"

"Yes."

"No emotional requirements involved or expectations?"

He shook his head.

She glanced at the clock. Twenty-four minutes until the nurse came in for another checkup.

"I hope you're good. You have less than half an hour."

A/N: Another is done.

There's a method to my madness, bear with me. No, they aren't a couple and will never be one.

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