They began to test Hannibal on a series of assessments to help better understand him. They placed him on a chair next to a secure metal table, where they removed his straight-jacket and replaced them with handcuffs. Said handcuffs were placed in the ring in the middle of the table for safety reasons. They kept on the muzzle for a couple of tests though he was less likely to bite.
After a while, Will began to notice Hannibal's eyes were droopy and he kept reaching up towards the mask. He would get frustrated when he couldn't reach it and would whine and look to Will for guidance. He couldn't do anything of course but he wanted to take Hannibal out of the cuffs and muzzle so badly.
After the last test, Hannibal had his head and arms on the table. Will could tell it was draining to be tested so much so quickly. He placed a sympathetic hand on Hannibal's back and began to rub soothing circles around. He immediately relaxed into the touch and cooed softly.
That's when Will noticed a pungent smell emanating from Lecter. It was one he knew far too well as a dog owner.
"Hannibal?" Will looked to Hannibal, then to the others in confusion.
"Is something wrong?" Alana questioned, confused as well.
Will looked under the table to find a puddle. Judging by its stains on the prison jumpsuit, it was Hannibal's.
"I think he pissed himself." He observed, still looking at Hannibal.
"He what!?" Frederick got up and ran over as quick as light itself. "You are lucky this isn't one of my good chairs. And you're paying for my floors, Lecter." Hannibal looked back at Frederick with dull, unaware eyes. Frankly, he looked confused under the sleepy haze. Will thought he wasn't aware of what had transpired in his lower region. "Get one of the orderlies to deal with Lecter."
Will could hear Frederick speaking through some kind of walkie-talkie but he didn't care to hear much more from him. Hannibal was still blissfully unaware of the situation and that he was going with an orderly. Will knew from stories and personal experience it wouldn't go well.
"Could I come with him?" He asked.
"I don't see it as a problem. Just keep your distance with him. " Alana stated.
Will looked to Frederick.
"I don't care, just get him and the floors cleaned." Frederick exasperated, left the room.
Once the orderly came in, all hell broke loose. Hannibal tried to move from the table to Will, whining and getting teary-eyed. Hannibal reached for him, as well as he could when cuffed to a table. When the orderly began to pull him off he began to scream and sob. He spoke again,"Tėvelis! Tėvelis!" He kept reaching for Will. The orderly became prepared, bearing a needle of something Will couldn't identify. Hannibal was shaking and reaching for comfort, so Will came closer to him and pulled him into a hug. He calmed just enough to get the needle into him, but still was sobbing. They took him out of the room and walked him down the halls. Will still followed, holding Hannibal's hand. The orderly was the one mostly supporting him physically, though.
Once they got to a bathroom, Hannibal had already been feeling the drug in effect. He was already drowsing and hiccuping once he was laid on the floor - symptoms of the drug. They removed his handcuffs and muzzle, they didn't need them anyway since he was under sedation.