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Clarice lay silently at the bottom of the stairs. She had been there for hours due to a fall, which had caused her the incapability to move from where she had landed. In her mind she replayed sweet memories of time spent with a certain someone she missed very dearly.
Footsteps could be heard from outside and the front door opened to reveal a handsome looking man wearing a long, dark coat. Clarice instantly knew who this man was.
"Dr Lector?" She whispered, sitting up. He knelt down beside her; shutting the door. "Don't move Clarice." He eased her into his arms and was secretly surprised to find that she clung to him like a child would cling to its favourite toy. He carried her to her bedroom and set her down carefully.
"Where did you take most of the pain?" He asked.
"My legs." She gasped, as a stab of agony shot through her thigh.
"Ssh. Just relax, and you'll be fine." Hannibal replied, taking off his jacket. He began to gently massage her legs, which caused her at first to look at him worriedly. After a few minutes though she sighed and leaned back. He smiled at her and placed her legs into a comfortable position.
"Is that alright?"
"Wonderful." She let out a contented sigh, and then grabbed his arm. "You won't go, will you?" Her eyes fixed upon his, a look of desperate plead. He took her hand in his and replied, "Not in a thousand years." Clarice smiled, and he kissed her hand softly.