A/N: Alright here is the last of the built up story that we have. As you can see we are taking our damn time with them falling in love. This one is short and you guys are getting my most recent reply which is currently unseen by my partner. I hope you all enjoy and PLEASE comment. Also no new warning because things are still the same. Okay maybe a bit for angst.
Disclaimer: Still don't own but god do I want to. Mute and I both. We would make so many people cringe. Can any one say hallucination stag sex?! HELL YEAH!
[quote="Killer_Kiwi_XD"]Will nods at Hannibal's reply, Parkinson's would be a good reason to the jagged cuts. A man alone with such a disease, too old to really find anyone to be with easily, Will can understand why he would feel so lonely. He can see why he would want to release these people from pain, he knows how they hurt, it would be better than leaving them to suffer on earth. He believes he's doing god's work and that by keeping them from hell it will somehow give him some sort of redemption when his disease over comes him. "Look for catholic churches only. The Christian ones in this area don't deal with confessions." Will is staring at the woman on the ground, he can feel himself slipping slightly, and while he stares he imagines the shape of wings being burned into the ground and the rolling of an apple from her hand.
He gave her redemption that he could not attain, and suddenly Will isn't so sure he is thinking about the killer or himself. Will quickly looks away from the body, sucking in a breath, and pulls out his pill bottle. He takes two this time, his head is splitting, and then he heads out the door to wait for the all clear to search different churches. When given their lead Will is quick in the car, his hands are jittery, he shifts a lot and when they stop he is quick out. He has a feeling, a deep feeling, that whatever confession this man had made for this day would be his last. Will steps into the silent church carefully, further ahead than Hannibal, and when he is clear of the door he hears a thud and then a click of a locking door.
Will turns, his hand on his gun, and he sees the man himself. His hands shake almost violently, even as he just grips the door, and Will wonders how little time this man has left. Will can see it in his eyes, it isn't much, and he wonders why he trapped him. "I thought you would understand." He says with a sigh, one hand gripping his own gun. "You saw, you saw William. I know you did, I was saving those people, you know what it's like don't you? I know you do… I can see it William." Will blinks carefully, exhales like he has been hit. "I can see it in your eyes, you've tried it before… but the gun just wasn't loaded. I understand that pain… I can make it go away." Will can't breathe, he takes a few steps back.
"No… the gun was loaded… I just decided not to pull the trigger." The man tutts, he can taste the lie in the air like a snake. "I can make it go away William. All that sin.. You saw it. I gave them redemption. I did gods work, I can do gods work with you." Will quickly shakes his head and the man raises the gun shakily. "Why do you deny it? I don't understand! So many deny the pain, do not accept my relief I choose to give… I let you die how you wish. But they all tried to run." Will takes a step back and stumbles, glances down, and his heart stops. There are three bodies laying on the floor, all shot in the head, and when Will looks back he can see that this man is currently lost to the disease.
"I saved them. I let them go like freeing birds… I'll do the same for you." Will can't draw his gun fast enough, the bullet thankfully missing by a mile and hitting him in the shoulder. Will still goes down though, he doesn't know what else to do. He goes down and he stays down, bleeding and in pain, and when he looks down one of the pews he sees a young teen hiding under one of the pews, eyes big and terrified. Will carefully motions for the boy to be silent as the mad man gets closer and closer. Will doesn't move as the steps echo, he can hear pounding on the large door, and as the man steps over Will he can think of nothing but to smile.
Not because he's happy but because that teen is staring at him, terrified, and he wants him to know it's okay. That's when it hit's Will, the thing he felt wasn't there… he was never alone. Those prints in the woman's hair wouldn't be from this man but from the teen who was hiding. The smiles weren't from joy but placating smiles to a scared child. This man is doing this for both god and in a way to scare this one boy away from it. Will lets his smile waver a bit, just a bit, and then he trips the older man, the gun going off again and bullet hitting near Will's ear. Will can see the door burst open and the man whirls around, gun in hand, and is shot in the head before he can even aim. Will pushes himself up and then looks back in the pew. He leans over, carefully reaches out a hand, and grabs the boy's fingers. "See? It's alright. This time it was alright." Will smiles and in the next moment he has a boy of barely fourteen latched onto him and shaking.
Will looks up at Hannibal when he gets close. "He was doing god's work… scaring his grandson out of committing suicide." Will rubbed the boy's back, even though his other shoulder burned, and smiled a little. This kid was going to be ******** up for the rest of his life… and his own blood had done it in the guise of "god's work." Will knew how that felt in a way… it was how Abigail Hobbs would feel when she woke, how he felt when he has escaped his past lover, that feeling of being ruined and knowing that you are.[/quote]
[quote="Mute Black Sheep"]They only have to wait minutes before a list of Catholic churches are printed on a paper and handed off to Hannibal. They check a few before the one they are on now. Hannibal looks over the list in the car once he has turned it off. Will is already out and heading towards the door. Looking up, he admires Will's graceless walk. It fits him oddly enough. Getting out of the car, Hannibal sets the list in his seat once he's out. Looking back, he finds that Will is quite far ahead of him. He's tempted to call out to him to bring him back. It isn't a far walk to catch up to him. He turns and heads for Will's back, focusing on it as they move. Will is inside and Hannibal can no longer see him. The door that was once propped open is slammed shut and Hannibal can hear a faint clicking sound of a deadbolt being locked.
Hannibal jogs to the door and tries to open it, the handle won't budge. He's locked out with only the sounds of Will's and an older man's voice coming from the inside. He can hear it all. The man's claim of understanding and Will's confession to his attempt at suicide. Hannibal pounds on the door then freezes at the sound of a gun shot. Hannibal can feel heat boil under his skin as he leaves for his car to grab his gun. It's left in the glove box and untouched. Grabbing it, he's rushing back to the door in time to hear another gun shot. He fears that he is too late and Will is already dead. Hannibal lifts his foot and kicks at the door, the lock breaking through the wood. The door swings ope and before the man has even time to raise his gun, Hannibal has his up and aims quickly. He is steady and his aim is spot on. He shoots once, the bullet ripping through the man's head. He hits the floor with the sickening thud.
Hannibal doesn't bother to check to make sure the man is dead, he knows he is. There is blood on Will's clothes and he knows that he will need medical attention. There is a teen in his arms, scared but alive. Hannibal is at his side, gun placed on the floor next to him. "Will, you're injured." He knows Will's empathy is in overdrive, caring for only the boy in his arms. While Will cannot even begin to care for himself, Hannibal will take over. He places his palm to the front of Will's shoulder and cups his hand so his fingers are pressed to the exit wound. He applies even pressure to the wound to slow the bleeding. There is a small wound on Will's ear where the second bullet must have grazed him. Moving in closer, Hannibal pulls his phone from his pocket, keeping his hand on Will's shoulder to slow the bleeding. He quickly calls Jack to inform him of their location and the situation. Of Will's injuries, the amount of dead in the church and the boy.
The paramedics are quick and Jack is right on their heels. Looking over the trio, the boy in Will's arms and Hannibal close to Will, his hand still squeezing tight over the wound. He doesn't say anything, being quickly ushered from the church so they can get Will to the hospital. Hannibal quickly lets Jack know that he's going with him. Will is walked into the ambulance, Hannibal close behind him.[/quote]
[quote="Killer_Kiwi_XD"]Hannibal is right to assume that Will doesn't pay attention to his own injury, his empathy for the boy bleeding out much fast that his own blood, but when Hannibal speaks Will can feel the pain in his shoulder and in his ear. He's luck it's a through and through, that the bullet isn't still lodged in his shoulder, but at the same time he isn't lucky because he can feel it went right through the bone. When Jack comes with the paramedics Will is shaking, most likely from shock and not his empathy, and the boy has loosened his grip a little. He thanks Will a million times over as he is put into on ambulance to be checked over at the hospital and then Will, who was forced to lay down and not just shrug off his injury, is being loaded into another.
He's covered in blood, both his own and not, pale and shaking. He feels sick to his stomach as the ambulance starts to move and his heart beat speeds up a bit. "I can't feel my fingers." He doesn't know why he say's it at first, he really doesn't, but then he realizes that he really can't feel two of his fingers on his right hand. His middle and his ring are completely numb and when he tries to move them it doesn't work. His heart beat picks up again, his breathing coming faster, he doesn't know what it is about this that scares him, that makes him panic, but somewhere inside he knows it just the shock he is already suffering from.
His body is shaking still but his heart is beating faster and faster thanks to the panic. Will feels his head start slipping and he starts telling himself who he is, where he is, what time it is. He does it over and over again, ignoring the paramedic and just focusing on not slipping like he could feel himself doing. By the time they reach the hospital Will isn't sure what's up or down but thankfully it's because of the pain meds and not the empathy. His head rolls from one side to the other, feeling much heavier than it should, and he lifts his arm without thinking. His middle finger and ring finger don't straighten out, they stay curled as they are, and the paramedic knows what that means.
They take Will into the hospital and effectively away from Hannibal, the man can't follow the empath into surgery to repair the nerve damage the best they could, but thankfully it's a quick procedure. The damage isn't bad, a tiny nick that will heal it's self, the nerves are only bruised and with time will come back to strength. They tell Hannibal this even though they don't know what he is to Will, they assume a close friend or more, and they let him back to see the now waking Will. The brunette is barely there, his eyes opening, then closing for a few minutes, then opening again. It takes half an hour of the overly slow blinking before Will is fully awake and he actually notices someone is there and by this time Alana and Jack have joined.
"I got shot." He says in a daze, Alana gives a watery laugh at his other side and Jack sighs in relief. "Yeah you did.. but you and Dr. Lecter saved that boy." Will sighs slightly "Good… did they put my fingers back on?" Will thinks that isn't right, he just wants to know if they fixed whatever screwed up his hand but he can't tell at the moment. Alana looks confused and so does Jack, Will just looks rather high thanks to the meds.[/quote]
[quote="Mute Black Sheep"]Hannibal had moved in closer to Will when his shaking began, knowing that it was from shock. He moved in closer to keep him warm. Inside the ambulance, the paramedics hooked Will up to some fluids and padded down the wound on his shoulder with gauze to slow the bleeding. Hannibal knows he could help in some way but remains out of it so the paramedics could do their job. The paramedics do all they can for Will, just waiting until they make it to the hospital. Hannibal sets his hand over Will's, the warmth from his own body seeping through. "You'll be okay Will." He knows he will. Hannibal guesses some minor nerve damage but can't be too sure.
The moment Hannibal sees that Will is slipping in and out of the world around them and his head, Hannibal moves in closer, repeating the same thing Will is so he has some other confirmation other than his own voice. Hannibal knows he can't go in with Will, no matter how much he wants to. He's led to the waiting room where he'll have to sit and wait until Will is out of surgery. He doesn't have to wait too long, which means that there is good news. Any longer and then he'd know something was seriously damaged. The doctor finds him sitting in the waiting room, Hannibal rising to his feet. The surgery went well and he is informed of the damage that has been done. He's led back to see Will. He doesn't say much as he sits and just waits. "That was far too close Will." Hannibal says to the slowly waking man.
Hannibal has been there since Will go tout of surgery though Jack and Alana file in, not surprised to see Hannibal there already. They only have to wait about five minutes until Will is fully awake. His first words out of his mouth making the woman on the other side laugh. "You never lost your fingers." Hannibal smiles. "There was only some bruising to your nerves, the bruising and shock as the cause of the feeling that you've lost feeling in them." Hannibal informs the other three in the room, though it was addressed to Will. "You really shouldn't rush in like that Will." Hannibal's voice is softer as he speaks. Jack nods then smiles. "It's the first thing you're taught." He laughs, glad that his fine china is intact.
"They want to keep you for tonight and tomorrow they'll let you go. They said they won't put you in a shoulder cast, just a brace and a splint to keep your arm from moving." Hannibal informs Will, he won't be able to do any chasing until his shoulder is healed so looks like it's just looking into the killer's mind and nothing more until he's better. Must be a hindrance, but Hannibal knows that if he asks if it was worth it, Will would answer in the affirmative. Jacks says he has to return to the office, there is a young teen to question and bodies that have to be sent to the morgue and identified. He has a lot of paper work that he'll have to fill out and a lot left to do. That just leaves one very loopy Will, Hannibal and Alana in the room with him.[/quote]
[quote="Killer_Kiwi_XD"]Will nods at Hannibal, only half understand what the other was saying, and then he sighs. He's half there as Jack say's he has to leave, Will being very distracted by Alana's hair moving on its own when it really wasn't. "What did they give me?" Will roles his head to one side so that he can look at Hannibal then back to Alana. Will looks back to Hannibal "Abigail is here… I should go see how she is…" Will moves like he is going to get up and Alana gently holds him down. "No will you are going to lay in bed and get better. You can see Abigail tomorrow, they say there are promising signs of her waking up very soon, you should get some sleep." Will sighs slightly, his head feeling too heavy.
"mmm… My name is William Graham-" He starts it slowly, staring off to one corner as he drifts. His head is so heavy, like.. he's wearing a helmet or something and he can hear the pounding of hoofs on the ground. Will can see Jacob Hobbs sitting on the couch smiling "See?" He says lowly and William continues in what he was saying "My name is Will Graham" He doesn't know what time it is though and he's remember where he is. "Where… am I?" Alana blinks slowly and looks to Hannibal. She is really concerned because this was what she had been worrying about when they told her what kind of meds they had Will on.
His mind already played enough tricks on him, it didn't need the help of drugs to make it any worse.[/quote]
[quote="Mute Black Sheep"]Hannibal watches Will very carefully as he looks around the room at nothing, like he's searching for something. Will is mumbling his name and drifting off. "He has bad reactions to pain medication?" Hannibal asks Alana, his eyes trained on Will as he lays sleeping. It is about thirty minutes later when Will wakes again and asks where he is. Hannibal's brows furrow as he stares at Will, his eyes drifting as he and Alana share a worried look. Hannibal got to his feet and leaned over Will. Setting a hand on his forehead, he uses his thumb to pull back Will's eye lid. Moving out of the way of the light, he sees that Will's pupil dilation is relatively slow. "Is he allergic to any medications?" Hannibal asks, easily slipping back into the feeling of being a doctor for the hospital.
He knows he can't really do anything with supplies and that ship has long since sailed. He no longer works in the hospital and it no longer a surgeon. "I'm going to get his doctor." Hannibal pushes some of the dark curls from Will's forehead before leaving to hunt the man down. At first, the doctor says that he's busy and will check up with Will in a little bit. It only takes a few threats of suing the hospital for giving pain drugs to a mentally unstable man. The doctor pales at the threat and quickly leaves for Will's room. The doctors know that everybody reacts differently to each pain medication, especially ones so strong. The doctor can clearly see that Will isn't in his right mindset and immediately changes the pain medication, increasing his fluids to keep him hydrated. "he's shouldn't react negatively to this one. It's not as strong so he will be in a little bit of pain." The doctor glances nervously at Hannibal before leaving them again.
It will take a while for it to come into effect and even more time for the other pain medication to circulate out of his body. Hannibal leaves again to get himself and Alana coffee. He would have gotten some for Will if it wasn't for him being stuck in the hospital bed this time. Hannibal is gone for a few minutes, coming back with two large coffees, handing one to Alana as he takes his seat again.[/quote]
[quote="Killer_Kiwi_XD"]When Hannibal asks about Will having allergic reactions to certain meds she shakes her head "He has a hard time with hallucinogenic ones. I try to keep him off of those but some doctors don't pay attention." Alana sighs and then Watches as Will falls back to sleep only to wake up again and ask where he was. That wasn't good and the weak way Will bats at Hannibal is a sign that his is not doing well with the meds. Alana can't thank Hannibal enough when he goes and gets the doctor so that he can change out the meds "He's used to that doctor." Alana smiles a little and then gently strokes Will's hair as he makes a few small mumbles and drifts back to sleep. She hates seeing Will like this, so lost and hurt, it makes her heart clench uncomfortably.
Alana doesn't notice Hannibal leave and when he come back with the coffee she is surprised "Oh thank you… sorry I didn't notice you had left." She looks back to Will, holding his hand lightly, and sighs. "It's hard to see him like this. I know he's alright but he's been in the hospital so many times… to many times." Alana stroked Will's hair lightly again, his head tilting just slightly into the touch, and she smiled. Alana stayed for a while longer but she ended up having to leave before Will woke up. "I have to go Hannibal but thank you… for saving him and helping him. I don't know what I would have done if your hadn't been there." Alana smiles and then leaves.
It takes another hour before Will is coming around again, the meds finally wearing off enough that he could come back to himself, and when he does wake up he isn't surprised to see Hannibal there. Will is silent for a few moments before he sighs "Thank you Hannibal." Will looks at the other and smiles, really glad that the man had been there to help him. "Do you know if that kids okay?" Will shifts so he can sit up just a bit, raising the bed, he still feels sick to his stomach thanks to the meds but he isn't as dizzy. "Geez what were they thinking? My records say not to give me anything that may cause mental lapses and such." Will chuckles a little and winces as it shifts his shoulder.
He would be feeling that for a long while, thankfully they could give him some other strong meds safely without having to worry about him losing his mind. At least he wasn't working at the school anymore so he didn't have to worry about having children climb all over him. His dogs though…. "I hope Alana stopped by the house and fed the dogs."[/quote]
[quote="Mute Black Sheep"]Hannibal waves off Alana's apology, understanding that she's focused and worried about her younger brother, he'd never blame her for that. Hannibal quietly nods, watching as she touches his dark curls and as Will leans into the touch. He can't help but to wonder if Will will ever lean into his touch like that. He's half tempted to reach out and touch him after Alana leaves. He's asleep, he'd never know. He has touched Will's face to bring him back, his shoulder, in harmless places. "Of course." He'd kill again for Will, any time, anybody. Hannibal finds himself staring at Will for almost an hour, his coffee long gone and body stiff from sitting in the chair for so long. He is about to get up to stretch his body when Will wakes up. Hannibal only moves closer in his chair.
He nods once then leans back in the chair. "Jack informed me of what's been going on. They got his statement and asked him a few more questions. Medically, he is fine. Shaken up and a little dehydrated and exhausted. Mentally, I cannot say the same. I fear a simple good nights rest will not rid him of what he's already seen and been through." Hannibal cocks his head to the side and smiles softly. "Will, in the time that you have been awake, you have worried more about others than yourself. The bullet went right through the bone in your shoulder and you're worried if your dogs have been fed." He lets out a small laugh. Jack comes in a few minutes later, looking flustered and worn out. "Will. I'm glad to see that you're awake." Jack nods at Hannibal who returns it.
"How long will he have to stay here?" Jack asks Hannibal who stands and fixes himself. "Only tonight. Though they suggested that he take a week off to start recovering. I agree with them for his physical and mental health Jack." Hannibal can see that this puts a hindrance on the reason why Jack is really here for. "Of course." He agrees without any complaints. Hannibal has already made up his mind to stay the night with Will. He worries for him, such shock from a wound could trigger a possible mental breakdown for Will and the possibility of him slipping into the mind of the man who had died before he had a chance to kill Will.[/quote]
[quote="Killer_Kiwi_XD"] Will feels relieved to know that the boy is okay physically but he knows that he will have quite a few problems mentally to deal with. Will feels his cheeks heat up at Hannibals smile and laugh at him caring more for others than himself. He smiles a little "Remember Dr. Lecter-" Will points at himself "Empath" and then he chuckles again. Jack comes in a few minutes later, just after Will has been brought something they consider food at the hospital and he is poking with his fork. Will is already looking rather dismayed when Jack comes in and the looks seems to intensify when the man enter the room but is quickly wiped of his face as he decides to forgo the strange "chicken" and just eat his jello. At knowing how long he has to stay Will doesn't look to happy, his face tight and drawn, but he doesn't say anything.
"So what's the problem Jack?" Will smiles tightly at the man, know that there is something else wrong He doesn't want to be on another case for a while, not after this one, and he doesn't want to risk hurting himself even more if he goes to a crime scene. Will knows that he needs this week to collect himself but by god it seemed he wasn't going to get even that. Will didn't know that when he agreed to do this job he would be relatively selling his soul apparently. Jack seemed to never want to give him a moments of rest. Will sets the jello down and then shifts in the bed.
"You two mind if I get up? Laying in these beds never puts me in the best of moods." Will gives a tight smile and a moment later he is standing heading for the hall to go for a bit of a walk. He hates hospitals, of any kind. Always worried he's going to end up stuck in one for a very long time. Will is glad he was provided with a robe to wear as well, he doesn't quite want to flash anyone, but then again he doubts that Dr. Lecter and Jack know he devoid of his underwear at the moment. Will steps into the hall, getting a look from the nurse, before he just waves and starts heading toward a familiar direction. He might as well visit Abigail while Jack is irritating him.[/quote]
[quote="Mute Black Sheep"]Hannibal looks over to Jack, his antsy shifting and quick eyes irritates Hannibal. He knows, like Will, that Jack is here to ask something of Will. To get something from him and it really gets to Hannibal. Will is still in the hospital from a wound and it hasn't even been a day since he got shot and yet, here Jack is to push Will for something. Along with the irritation, there is a possessive feeling towards Will, HE wants to be the one to break the empath, not Jack. Both Jack and Hannibal look to the male as he is getting up and clearly determined to move around even for a little while. Both men move aside so Will can scuttle out of his room and down the hall. "Are you trying to break him Jack?" Hannibal finally turns to him.
Hannibal can already see the worn out expression he's wearing. Clearly, Hannibal isn't the only one who's asked him this today. "You know that's not what I'm doing. He is the ONLY one that can get into these people's heads and find them!" Jack rubs his face with both hands, sighing into them. "The first day I met Will, I spoke with him in my office. On my way home, I found him walking the road. He lost four hours that day because of something he heard on the news. Four hours Jack. This will only get worse the more you push him into that state. He will not be able to come back if you push him over the edge. Is that what you're trying to accomplish?" Hannibal has turned to face Jack who looked torn between worry and amazement.
"Four hours? Really?" Jack settles for amazement. "Yes, he was stuck in the head of a woman that had been regularly using drugs. She killed her boyfriend and for four hours, Will was in her head, reliving her crime. The one that got Will fired was because of that man that had dug out his son's eyes with a spoon. I pulled him back before he had to see himself digging the boy's eyes out." Hannibal took a few steps closer to Jack. "You have no idea what you're doing to him." Hannibal doesn't stay to hear anything that Jack has to say. He's walking out of the room to find Will. He finds his feet leading him down a familiar ward. Without even realizing it, he's ended up at Abigail's room and there is Will right inside. "She looks better doesn't she?" Hannibal asks Will as he steps in and stands next to the other male. Her color has returned, her neck still wrapped up and tubes still connecting her to the fluids supply and hear monitor. "She will wake." Hannibal reaches out to touch her auburn hair.[/quote]
[quote="Killer_Kiwi_XD"]Will doesn't know about Hannibal and Jacks conversation, if he had been there he most likely would have been scolded by Jack for not telling him. Will takes longer than Hannibal to make it down to the ward and when he does he smiles as he heads for Abigail's room. She looks so much better, like he imagined she would when she wasn't scared or having her throat slit. Will stands by her bed, his wounded arm held in a sling, and he watches her sleep. She looks peaceful but Will knows that won't last forever, she was going to have nightmares once she came back and Will felt guilty for that. Will knew he shouldn't but he just thought that maybe, just maybe, he could have gotten there sooner. Maybe if he had tried harder to get into Jacob Hobbs head, maybe is he had pushed himself a little deeper, he would have known and he could have saved Abigail the nightmares.
Will looks up when Hannibal comes in and then he looks back down to Abigail. "She does look a lot better. I bet she'll wake up soon." Will shifts where he is standing and sit in the chair next to Abigail's bed and gently grabs her hand, watching her face, and he knows the guilt shows as he looks at her. "I wonder if she'll hate me when she wakes up? I shot her father, couldn't save her mother, and if I had just tried harder…. I could have saved some of those girls. I didn't try hard enough to get into Jacob Hobbs head." Will sighs his hand gentle as he runs it over her cheek.
"She's going to have nightmares, lots of them, and I have a feeling I will be a part of them." Will feels he deserves it, he shot her father ten times, but he doesn't want it. Will feels like it would hurt to have her hate him, he doesn't know why. Will leans back after a moment, and watches her, before standing again and checking the flowers he had put beside her bed a few days ago. They were nice flowers, lilies and such, they lasted a long while when cut and they still looked fresh. Will gently brushes her hair out of her face, pulls the blanket up a little higher, and then heads out of the room.
Normally he isn't comfortable enough in front of people to fuss in such a way, to act the way he just did was strange for most men who were not already fathers, but Will doesn't care. No one could make a connection to his actions… he was a teacher, had been for a long while, but he did have another reason to take such good care of Abigail. He could still remember that crying wrinkled face and the too blue eyes as he gave her to a smiling Jacob Hobbs. The man had loved Abigail, Will new that, he had taken his daughter but given Will the most grateful look. He had made sure Will knew that his child was a gift to him and his wife, something they cherished, which was most likely why Jacob had tried so hard not to hurt her until the very last moment.
Will headed back down the hall, his heart giving a small ping, Abigail would know she was adopted but… could Will really tell her? And how would he explain it to Alana? She hadn't known, she had been gone towards those last few months and Will had been so tiny, so what would people say when she said she wanted to be with her biological "mother". If she even wanted that though…[/quote]
[quote="Mute Black Sheep"]Hannibal watches Will as he stared at Abigail his face holding guilt and blame. "Do not blame yourself Will. You saved her life, you ended the killer and she lives, a bright, young woman. You gave Abigail her future, we gave her life." Hannibal sets his hand on Will's shoulder, it is gentle and warm. "He was difficult Will, you said it yourself. He was deranged and for a reason unknown to us, felt the need that he had to kill her to keep her with him forever. You gave her hope." Hannibal's hand moves from Will's shoulder to rest on the back of his head, the dark curls moving against his fingers and wrapping around them. "We all have nightmares that we will never be able to shake Will. It is a part of life." It feels domestic, standing next to Will, his hand in his hair as he sits and they both watch Abigail. The feeling dies the moment Will stands and fusses over her and the feeling is back.
Hannibal remains by Abigail's side when Will leaves. He touches her face softly and watches as her brows move slightly from the contact. Yes, he and Will gave her life, new life. She bled out that old one onto the kitchen floor while he and Will saved her and would give her a new one. Hannibal wanted to give Will some time alone, to himself. He had been around people all day and if he was still agitated from everything then it would be best to give him his time and space. Hannibal sat down, occupying the place that Will was just sitting in. The sound of her breathing and the steady beep from the heart monitor lulled Hannibal into sleep. It was only a small nap, a nurse walking in to check up on her and spotted him, uttering a small apology. Hannibal leaves to let her do her work and returns to Will's room. It was going onto six in the evening when a nurse brings in Will's pathetic excuse of a dinner. Hannibal inwardly cringes at the look of the grayish turkey and runny mashed potatoes.
"I'll make it up to you. Tomorrow, I'll cook you something for dinner." Hannibal wished that he could have made Will something to eat so he wouldn't have to deal with the slop the hospital served. When night came around and when Will as asleep, Hannibal moved to the couch in the room to get some sleep himself.[/quote]
[quote="Killer_Kiwi_XD"]When Hannibal mentions that him and Will gave her life Will almost stops and makes a comment about the phrase because the man doesn't know how true it is. Will did give her life, it took him nine months to give her life, and he gave her a good life after that. Will doesn't know where it went wrong with Jacob Hobbs but Will knows that he gave her the best life he could have, better than the one she would have ended up with. Will goes back to his room and sits alone for a long while, trying not to cry as he remembers that moment he saw his daughter for the first time in eighteen years. He had been so young when he had her, only fifteen, it had messed a few things up but Will had been happy to carry her and by god he would have kept her if he could.
A doctor comes in while Hannibal is gone and Will talks to them about a certain few things before getting his stomach and other things checked. The nurse who is there tells him it will be fine and then thirty minutes later Hannibal is coming back into the room and Will is being served the slop that they call food. Will pokes at the food, his nose scrunched up in almost a cute way, before he took a bite of his male. A the mention of Hannibal's food Will smiles before trying not to gag. "I think I would take almost anything over this." Will can't eat much of his food before it's too much and he has to just go with the Jello.
Will falls asleep easily that night with Hannibal in the room, his mind not plagued by those thoughts, but he only makes it a few hours before the nightmare hit him. It different this time, the stag is there but it's standing beside Will, and Will is screaming as Jacob Hobbs slits Abigails throat. The stag roars in anger, splendid beautiful anger, and Will watches as the stag surges forward and spears the man on his antlers. It's a glorious sight and in the next moment Abigail is standing and smiling but there is blood pouring from her mouth.
Will is un-aware as his body moves, disconnecting himself from the many machines, and then he walks over to Hannibal and straddles the man's lap, his hands going to press firmly over Hannibal's mouth and only his mouth before one presses to his throat like will had tried to do when Abigail bleed in the kitchen. The pain in his shoulder doesn't even reach Will as he talks. "Sh… Sh… stop bleeding… sh sh please Abby it's… okay… I shouldn't have…. Sh."[/quote]
[quote="Mute Black Sheep"]Hannibal is sleeping with his own plaguing nightmares, the same thing repeating in his head time and time again. The tiny teeth floating to the surface of the thick stew. The absence of the warmth at his side and the empty, hollow feeling he is left with as the food is force fed to him. Hands clench and loosen at the nightmares, his brows furrow and he twists in his sleep. It shifts to just hours ago when they're heading up to the steps of the house, the little girl standing beside the man is bloodied, her face is smudge with dirty and she has a thick cough. The boy at the man's other side's face is bloody, around his mouth where he stares blanking at him and Will. The man in between the two is familiar, he's hunted this man down for years to end him slowly and painfully. He's smiling at him, teeth dark and rotten. [i]"Siehst du?*"[/i] The man asks with a curling smile. Turning from the sight of himself as a young boy, he comes face to face with Will who's been mounted on stag antlers, blood pouring from everywhere. [i]"Do you see?"[/i] Will asks him through the blood in his mouth.
Hannibal is woken to the feeling of a hand on his throat and his mouth. He is about the grab whom ever is on his lap by the throat when he sees Will sitting in his lap, his hands pressed to his body and eyes glazed over. He isn't apply enough pressure to choke him but there is weight behind his hands. Hannibal doesn't stop him just yet, Will's voice catching his ears. He isn't making any sense. In his head he is clearly talking to somebody, Abigail perhaps? Hannibal grabs onto Will's wrists and slowly removes them from his face and throat. Sitting up, Hannibal carefully wraps his arms around Will, minding his injured shoulder. "Will, Will, wake up." He doesn't want to move him anymore than he has already moved himself. He can see through the pale bandages and brace that he is bleeding again from the movement. It must have broken the sutures in his shoulder. Hannibal carefully carries Will back to the hospital bed. He is light, far too light for a man of his age and build. He must feed him more, he thinks before pressing the button to call upon a nurse.
As she enters the room, Hannibal informs her of Will's sleep walking the bleeding. Checking up on the sutures, she finds that it is just from the movement in his arm. They don't have to be replaced but she lets Hannibal know that if Will continues to move his arm then they'll have to put his arm and half his torso in a cast to keep it still. Hannibal promises to make sure that it doesn't happen again so he simply sits next to Will's bed and remains awake. He finds it disturbing that Hobbs' last words has even reached him so deep to be embedded into the faces from his past. Hannibal rubs at his forehead, a strong headache coming on. Hannibal remains awake, getting up to get coffee and washing his face and cleaning up the best he can. If all is well, then Will would be able to leave the hospital today, though after last night, Hannibal is worried for him when he sleeps.
*Do you see?[/quote]
[quote="Killer_Kiwi_XD"]Will was too lost to even realize when Hannibal stopped him and he just sort of slumped against the other man when he pushed his hands back. He would wake up aching the next morning, that was for sure, and he would also, most likely, wake up feeling more than a little upset. As predicted Will woke up sore in the morning, just after Hannibal had returned, but he was also feeling horrible. He had such a horrible dream about Abigail, and Hannibal, and Garret Jacob Hobbs. Will didn't want to think too much about it and so when Hannibal offered him something to drink Will gladly took it. Hannibal looked tired as well and when the other sat down beside his bed again Will pat his hand. He didn't know about what had happened last night but seeing Dr. Lecter so worn was something new.
"You didn't have to stay all night Dr. Lecter." Will smiled a little while he sipped at him drink. He hoped he would be out of the hospital soon, there was no real reason to keep him any longer, but he also knew that it would probably take until about midday before they gave him something to take at home and sent him on his way. Will wanted to go see Abigail while he was here, to see if maybe she would wake up, but he had a feeling that it was kind of a pointless home at this point in time. Of course he found himself getting out of bed anyway and starting to head down the hall with Hannibal in tow.
"I had a nightmare about Abigail…." He says it softly, almost like he is afraid that by saying it then the nightmare will come true. "I don't like having nightmares about her but I get them a lot…. I feel responsible for what happened to her in… more ways than just having shot her father." Will shuffles along, not knowing really what else to say. "I guess I will tell you another time why that is…. I also dreamed about you…. I didn't sleep walk last night did I? My shoulder suggests I did."[/quote]
[quote="Mute Black Sheep"]Hannibal looked to where Will was patting his hand then up into an equally tired face. "It was no trouble." He assured him before carefully removing his hand. Hannibal stood and waited for Will to get to his feet as well before they headed down the hall towards Abigail's room. They walked side by side, Hannibal's back straight, shoulders back and held held high compared to Will's slouching and avoiding eyes. Looking to Will from the corner of his eyes, Hannibal turned his head slowly to the male next to him. "In fact, you did. I was sleeping on the couch and you came to me in your sleep. Straddled my hips and placed one hand over my mouth, the other over my throat. If I remember correctly, which I do, you told me to stop bleeding and called me Abby. In between, you shushed me then at last, you began with 'I shouldn't have' and that was it."
Hannibal stopped walking, turning towards Will now to face him. "What was it that you shouldn't have? What was your dream about Will?" He was curious as to what it was that Will was trying to tell him while he slept. He had woken him from his nightmare only to be pleading with him to stop bleeding. Clearly, Will wasn't talk to him, but who he thought was Abigail in his dreams. "I know you feel responsible for her injury Will, but you really shouldn't. You saved her from her father, from certain death. We all know that he would have killed her in the end no matter what. Those other girls would never be enough for him. He could always need more, he would always need to see his daughter die before his eyes." Hannibal knows that Will has gotten too close in this one. He killed Hobbs, he and his daughter plague his dreams.
They continue down the hall until they are in Abigail's room. A nurse is there checking up on her, making sure that her pillows are fluffed and everything is in its place. She smiles warmly at the two men, knowing who they are. She was there when Abigail was brought in with the wound. She knows they are there because they care for this lone girl, that she is connected to them both now. The nurse leaves without a word, the two chairs in the room untouched. Hannibal lets Will get the chair on the outside so he doesn't trip while taking the one between the other chair and the stand that holds up the bag of fluids. The steady of the beep from the heart monitor and the machine that makes sure she remains breathing. "She looks better every day." Hannibal speaks first to give some encouragement to Will.[/quote]
[quote="Killer_Kiwi_XD"]Will is stunned when Hannibal tells him what he did and he seems to slouch impossible smaller. Well he wasn't expecting that, not at all, but he's glad he didn't actually try to choke the other man. "I am sorry about that Dr. Lecter, I really am." Will doesn't answer the questions, just keeps his head down and continues to walk once Hannibal starts up again. He doesn't know how to answer these kind of things to this man, he has to lie and he knows it, so he carefully contracts a lie filled with half truths and phrases it in a way that he knows will placate the man. He'll be able to tell a small amount of deception, Hannibal always can, but he won't know for sure what part of what Will is say is lies.
He'll only know what truth Will wants him too and that is that Abigail is his daughter and Will is her father… one of her fathers. Will silently shuffles into the room and he can tell she is already better than the day before. Will fusses about again after the nurse leave, brushing Abigail's hair out of her face and making sure she isn't to warm. He feels a heat on her skin that isn't from a fever so he moves the blankets down just a bit. He'll pull them back once she is cooler. Will sits down in the chair beside Abigail again and gently grabs her hand.
She's always so soft, like he remembered her, and he wonders how she could feel just the same after so many years. "It really is my fault Dr. Lecter. I could have-… Her birth name isn't Hobbs Dr. Lecter… It's Graham. I was a young idiot when it happened and her other parent just… dropped off the grid. I couldn't care for her and it was only up to me what was going to be done with her." Will leaned back in his seat. "Fifteen with a kid? I had nothing going for me, my dad wanted her out of the house, Alana told me what I had to do and when she was a month old I gave her to who I thought would be good parents." Will runs a finger over her knuckle.
"Garrett Jacob Hobbs was a good man when I gave him my daughter Dr. Lecter… It didn't make it hurt any less and it only makes me feel more guilty." Will feels his throat tighten. "She screamed so loud when they took her… She cried and cried and I had to just walk away from it. She was a good thing I almost lost twice and now the things I dream? I dream of smothering her when she's still just big enough to fit along the length of my arm. Who does that? Who dreams those things of their own child and doesn't go mad from it?" Will can't fight the tears back at the idea. He can see her smiling up at him, a movement that was more just muscles working than an actual thing, but she had been so precious in that moment and Will had never wanted to let her go. "I had thought she would be safer with the Hobbs family Dr. Lecter… the one thing I thought I did right turned out to be so very wrong."[/quote]
[quote="Mute Black Sheep"] Hannibal turned his body to face Will as he began to speak. It... it was a shock. Hannibal knew it was there on his face, the shock of it all. Fifteen was a young age to have a kid and it really made sense why he was so attached to her, why he felt like all of this was his fault. "They are only dreams Will. In a way, it is natural. You want to protect her no matter what. Knowing what happens to her now, at this age, your subconscious is showing you that smothering her at a very young age would have protected her from this fate." It isn't unheard of, parents killing their children so they wouldn't have to suffer so much in the future.
Hannibal slowly shook his head a few times before he carefully set his hand on top of Will's. All of this physical contact was planned. It was carefully planned out. A touch here and there to show that he cared, that he was concerned for him, that Hannibal was still his anchor that kept Will on this earth, that kept him from floating away into the abyss. "Or it turned out perfectly." There is a certain darkness in Hannibal for a split second before it's gone. "We have all been through trials and tribulations that brought here to this exact point. What you have gone through in your past, what I have gone through. It all happened for a reason. So we can be where he are right now.
You gave Abigail up years ago in hope for a better life, yet here you are reunited with her. You killed off the man that was threatening her life. You saved her, killed the imposter to take place of her real father. The weakest fall off and the strongest thrive. You both are strong, which is why you thrive now. Pain is apart of life, it reminds you that you are alive." Hannibal slowly removed his hand from over Will's hand, letting it all sink in. "You may have felt like you had done something wrong, when in reality, you did just as you were supposed to. There's a reason Hobbs was the killer. It brought her back to you."[/quote]
[quote="Killer_Kiwi_XD"]Will shakes his head as Hannibal speaks, wanting to protest, and then the other is rest his hand on his, over abigails, and he's saying just what Will needs to hear. It's normal, not right but normal, and it makes Will feel better about what he has done. He feels better as Hannibal goes on and he can only nod as the other man tells him that everything happens for a reason. It's woefully Cliché but it's true and Will takes comfort in that fact. He can't help but smile and so he carefully looks up at the other man "That you Hannibal." It's the first time he has used the other mans first name but at this point Will thinks it's appropriate. Hannibal isn't just his therapist right now, he's his friend, and Will is sure that if the other man wasn't there than he would have broken down.
Will looks back to Abigail, not focusing on the others reaction, and he gently touches her hair. "I guess this is a second chance." He seems so happy about it, a dark part of him just seeming to melt away, and Will knows that he'll still dream of what Jacob Hobbs did but he will not ever seem himself smother his little girl again. Will has just grabbed Abigails hand again when her monitors start going off and suddenly her eyes are open. She's pulling at the Iv's and Will has to grab her hand as she panics with the tube down her throat. "Don't pull that out. It'll hurt if you do that." Will watches her eyes go slightly wide and then she blinks in affirmation as the nurses come running in. Will is moved out of the way, holding onto his little iv bag holder, and he's watching Abigail carefully.
He hadn't even realized how cold it had gotten, but Abigail had still felt warm, Will just barely makes it into the hall before he's collapsing. He can feel all his muscles start twitching just before he slips off into his head. His body is on fire thanks to an infection that cropped up and burned him up in less than an hour. His whole body shakes and the only thankful thing is that he has nothing in his bladder to lose. Will falls hard in his head, and in real life, he lands and blood and guts and horror. He can see Abigail as a baby screaming and alone but then she's quite as she is lifted into the stags antlers.
Will feels his heart thud and he stumbles to his feet, wading through the mess, and reaches the stag. It's the first he has approached the stag and not been approached. Will takes the babe in his arms and suddenly it's Abigail bleeding from the throat. Suddenly Abigail is gone and it's just Will and the stag and Will is bare before the beast as he is stabbed through the back and lifted from the ground. Will doesn't even know of the panic he causes seizing on the floor.[/quote]
[quote="Mute Black Sheep"]Hannibal can feel the heat begin in his toes from hearing his own name coming from Will. It isn't affection, love or admiration. It's a desire to possess him to hear his name being called out like that in both pleasure and pain. It's exciting and like a drug. He wants more of it, he wants to hear it more, to feel it vibrate in him each time Will screams it. A small shiver rips through his body at the thought alone. "You're welcome Will." Hannibal gives a small nod, his calm exterior still together and shielded. This is also a very large stepping stone in the flooded lake. He can see now that Will sees him as a friend a protector even. He is one step closer. To celebrate, Hannibal decides to go hunting tonight to find some very fine cuts of meat. Save it up for the dinner he's promised Will.
"Yes, it is." Hannibal nods then looks to Abigail, finally pulling his eyes from Will. Now that he knows the truth, he can find so much of Will in this girl. The pale skin, the bright, blue eyes that lay underneath her lids. Her hair is auburn and straight as an arrow, it must be from her mother's side. Abigail waking catches Hannibal off guard. He stands to his feet and quickly sets his hands firmly on her shoulders, keeping her down gently as Will speaks to her. Once she's calmed and the nurses have come in, Hannibal steps back from her to let them take care of the girl.
Hannibal carefully removes himself from the bundle of nurses, quickly following Will out of the room. He's very pale and Hannibal can see he's shaking. Hannibal is there just as Will goes down, pulling him into his chest and slowly lowering him. Hannibal rolls Will onto his side and carefully holds him close, keeping Will's mouth open in case he vomits, he won't choke on it and quickly removes his glasses. "Will, Will it's okay. Stay with me Will." Hannibal is keeping Will close and anyone that tries to get near him. The nurses are there for Will when he comes back, but they understand how dangerous it can be. Hannibal's brows furrow for a moment when Will's good arm collides with his stomach.
This isn't the first time Hannibal has been with somebody during a seizure. He saw a lot of them actually, while he was a surgeon and now during his current profession. Hannibal rubbed Will's back carefully, pulling back his upper lid to find Will's eye shifting back and forth rapidly. He can tell that it isn't a horrible seizure but it certainly isn't mild. Hannibal carefully pulls Will's head into his lap, his arms on either side of Will now, his body acting as a cage. Once Will's body stops convulsing, Hannibal quickly begins to rub his back hard to get him breathing properly. Before Will can get up once he's come to, Hannibal holds Will close until he's completely himself again.
"It's okay now Will. You're fine. You're safe." He can feel how hot his body is, from both the infection and from the seizure. "Will, Will I need you to count to ten for me, can you do that?" Hannibal is keeping his voice low as he talks into Will's ear. He's now rubbing Will's chest to get him breathing regularly again.[/quote]
[quote="Killer_Kiwi_XD"]Will comes back to himself very slowly, to slowly, his body still twitching and in a warm embrace. Will's breathing won't calm down and it's coming in the strange hiccupping gasp as when he had shot Hobbs. Will's eyes are still rolling in his eyes, fluttering open and then closed and then open again, as he tries to come back to himself. The nurses are flitting about, not wanting to move will yet but already injecting his IV with some high grade antibiotics and something to being down the fever he was already sporting. Will catches glimpses of Hannibal as he tries to come back. He sees him fist from his side, then another odd angle, he feels the hand rubbing against his back, and then he's looking up at Hannibal and the other man is trying to calm his breathing.
Will is still shaking, but now it's more shivering , and he starts fading back into reality. Hannibal is saying something to him and Will tries to say his name but it comes out a jumbled slur of consonants and vowels instead. Will fades out again and comes back a moment later "Hann…ible? Wuh?" Will's head rolls from side to side because he's rather confused as to where he is. Hannibal is telling him to do something, something Will can't quite understand, he hears the word 'ten' and he guesses the other is asking him to count. Will starts at three… then goes back to one and two a few times before fading back out. The nurses are bustling around and at hearing his failed attempt at counting one of them suggests that Hannibal check to see if he hit his head when he fell. Sure enough there is a bruise blossoming on his temple.
The closest nurse doesn't give any warning before she grabs Will's bad shoulder and jarrs him awake. "O-Ow… stah…p" Will bats weakly at whoever did that and then groans. "Dr. Lecter I suggest you keep him awake as best you can. We need to get him scanned." The nurse see's the gurney coming and Will chooses that moment to latch onto Hannibal's sleeve. "Wha-… Hannibal… Wha' Happen?" His voice is much smaller than normal, he seems truly lost, and his breathing starts speeding up again. "He got her… he got her and now sees gone… there's blood… everywhere." Will groans.[/quote]
[quote="Mute Black Sheep"]Hannibal's arm tightens around Will a little more when his head starts moving around. He needs to keep him where he is so he doesn't injure himself anymore. Hannibal nods his head slowly when Will starts then actually is able to tell that he's missed two numbers and goes back to correct himself. That right there is a good sign that he is becoming more aware but the fact that he started at three is a little alarming. Carefully turning Will's head to the side, he looks at the darkening skin where Will had hit his head on the floor. He could have sworn that he caught Will just in time. Though it might have also happened when he was going into convulsions.
"Don't touch him!" He snaps at her and throws her hand off of him. Hannibal carefully pulls Will closer to himself to shield him from the idiotic nurses. As another approaches him, he pulls his shoulder down to keep her from reaching for him. He acknowledges her with a short nod. "It's okay Will, you're going to be okay." His voice is even and calm like always. He keeps his cool and radiates it from himself. Hannibal looks back down to Will when he starts speaking. "It's okay Will. You had a seizure. You hit your head, but you'll be fine." He begins rubbing Will's chest again when eh shivers. "No Will, Abigail is safe in her bed. She's awake. There is no blood. He isn't here anymore." Hannibal promises.
When the gurney comes to a stop by them, Hannibal easily lifts Will up and carefully sets him down on it. The nurses are often too rough and it would be more of a fight to get Will from his arms. Hannibal follows at Will's side as they move him into another room to get scanned to make sure he hasn't seriously injured himself. Hannibal promises Will that he will be gone for a few moments. Hannibal knows the doctor that is performing the scans. The scans come up empty. "A stress and infection induced seizure. Once the fever breaks and we make sure the infection is gone, he will be released." Dr. Sutcliffe speaks to Hannibal as they both look over the scans. He's right, there is no anomalies there. The nurses help Will sit up off the gurney after the scan. They bring him some water. "Thank you Don." Hannibal shakes the man's hand before leaving the room and walking up to Will. He's placed back inside the room, though now, confined to bed rest. "It must have been the irritation of moving your arm last night when you were sleep walking." Hannibal says from Will's side.[/quote]
[quote="Killer_Kiwi_XD"]Will didn't know what was going on but Hannibal was telling him that everything was alright and his head was starting to clear up. As the minutes ticked by things slowly got clearer and clearer until Will was able to understand partially what was going on. He had never had a seizure before so the thought that he had just suffered a pretty serious one was strange. Will didn't want to let go of Hannibal when they went in for the scans but he released the other males sleeve anyway. He didn't want to cling because that would be strange, very strange, and Will was sure no one would quite understand why he was so connected to his therapist. Will stayed calm and still for the most part, his head still not quite feeling right, and soon after he was being pulled out of the damn scanner and taken back t his room.
Will crossed his good arm over his chest, looking rather put out, and then he sighed heavily as Hannibal came into the room. "Well it was bound to happen. I already look like I am having a seizure when I lose time… unless I am up and walking about." Will chuckles and it's bitter but it isn't aimed at Hannibal. He feels stupidly broken after this, like whatever calm he had was utterly shattered, and Will just doesn't know what to do. He feels almost hopeless that he will get better, because this wasn't supposed to happen, and god help him if he seizes during a case. Will can feel the sudden weight pressing down on his chest and he presses his head back into the pillows.
"I think the school was right.. I really am not fit to teach children." Will chuckled a bit bitterly and he's suddenly more glad than ever before that he gave Abigail up. He would have ruined her and he knows it, she would not be who she is and will thinks… he's sure he needs to stay away from. If not because Garrett Jacob Hobbs is still haunting him than because Will breaks all the people he knows. His sister, Jack, and he knew it was only a matter of time before he broke Hannibal as well. Will plucks at the blanket with and irritated frown and looks up at the ceiling. "Think I need to move again." Will say's it mostly to himself, wanting to run, and for all hell he just wants to do it. He wants to pack up his dogs and take off because maybe if he runs away than he can leave all this trouble behind. Fight or flight and Will is so tired of the fight.[/quote]
[quote="Mute Black SheepHannibal glances over to Will, this is the first time he's ever acted so childish before, well at least what he's seen. Hannibal simply arches a brow in Will's direction. Hannibal lets Will feel pity for himself, letting him act like a child a little longer until Will goes on about moving. "Running from your problems Will? Not always the best solution of course. Though if you wish to do so then you'll only find that you will have a harder time settling in a new life. Nobody you know and all alone. There will be nobody to make sure that you're okay. There is your sister of course, but you can't be selfish enough to uproot her life as well." Hannibal kept his tone even as he spoke and nonchalant.
"You had a seizure because of the stress and infection. At least it's not a life threatening tumor." Hannibal smoothed his hand over his waist coat as he spoke, keeping this as impersonal as possible. As if they were simply talking about the weather. "If you do run Will, then is seems that I have overestimated you." Hannibal stands and leave to grab some coffee. He is tired from the lack of sleep and how much it really took out of him to keep Will from hurting himself during his seizure. He also leaves because self pity leaves such a horrid taste on his tongue.
He grabs a cup of coffee, standing outside for a bit to feel the cold air against his face. He can smell an oncoming storm. There is electricity in the air and a certain chill that reaches his bones. The first rain fall. It is only mid October. It is starting early this year. He remains outside for a while more, enjoying the sight of the colors leaves shaking and falling from the bare branches of the pale trees. Turning, Hannibal heads inside, the cup in his hands warming them from the chill. Hannibal drops by Abigail's room to see how she's doing. He smiles at her, seeing that they had removed the tube from her throat and are still checking her over and fussing over her. "I am very happy to see you awake." He speaks to her, weaving in between the nurses to get closer to her. He can see now since she's awake how much resemblance she has to Will. Those eyes are Will's and her mouth is like Will's though her nose doesn't fit in under Will.
Her neck is wrapped up still in bandages, she has regained all of the color in her face, but she still looks so scared, which is only natural.[/quote]
[quote="Killer_Kiwi_XD"]Will is shocked by what Hannibal says and he blinks at the man and just watches him go. He feels thoroughly scolded for feeling sorry for himself, he guesses he really doesn't have any right, but it was the first time in so long. Will swallows around a lump in his throat and closes his eyes because he's almost glad he scared Hannibal away and it makes his stomach clench in pain. "Great job Will" He say's it bitterly, angry that he had shown such an ugly side of himself, and he tries not to let the emotions bubble out of his throat. He knows it's stupid to cry, he doesn't have any real right to, and so he bites his lip hard and just holds it in.
Suddenly the hospital room is suffocating and Will can do nothing to leave. He wants to crawl up the walls and out through the windows if it means he can be free but instead he just lays in the bed and keeps himself silent and still. His shoulder aches, his limbs are weak, and his head is aching. He knows his body is suffering but he also knows his mind is suffering even more. Will sighs heavily, because he still thinks he isn't fit to teach anymore, but he decides not to voice such things anymore. He feels like a bitter child and it only bites at him even more.
Abigail is sitting up in her bed, the nurses flitting around her, and she looks shocked and scared. The sight of Hannibal doesn't scare her but when she does see him she looks around. She gives a small smile but she's still looking for something, someone, else. "You were here earlier with that other man. The one who had my eyes." Abigail doesn't acknowledge if Hannibal is surprised and even though she is scared she still wants to see that other man. He looked so much like her and the face it was… somehow so familiar. Not just the face but the voice and Abigail needed a bit of familiar right now. She guessed the face could be familiar because the guy had shot her "dad" but it's familiar in another way and Abigail just wants to see it again to be sure.
"My dad told me once that I had my birth fathers eyes when I was sad. That man had my eyes when I am sad… even though he was smiling he looked sad." Her voice is scratchy and strange to her own ears and the nurses are fussing about. Abigail looks far away, like she's talking to Hannibal but she's not, and the resemblance to Will is so striking it's almost jarring for one of the nurses who has taken care of them both.
Will is thinking to himself when Alana comes back and he doesn't look at her. "You should be at work" He says it softly and Alana just smiles "I took some time off.. they called me-" Me shakes his head and leans back. "You should be at YOUR work. Far away from here… back home." Will looks up at her and Alana's brows scrunch together. "Will Wha-" The male just shakes his head. "You should be back home at the practice you had joined, the one you loved so much, instead working this job you hate to be near me… You shouldn't have followed me out here because I should have just stayed." Alana blinks then sits next to Will and when she tries to grab his hand he pulls it away and shakes his head.
"Will stop. You know why I came out with you your acting-" Will laughs bitterly "Like a child right? Can't I? Just once can't I act like a child? I didn't even get that chance when I was a child." Alana sits back and watches Will carefully. "Don't do that Alana… Don't psychoanalyze me. I mean it… I should have just stayed with that b*****d." Alana Shakes her head in disbelief. "Yes. It was stupid and selfish of me to leave Alana. He attacked you because I left then we both-…" Will took a deep breath. "Will he stabbed you in the stomach while you were pregnant." Will looked to the window. "Yeah I know Alana. I still should have stayed because I had no right bringing you into that. Just like I had no right to hide from him what… what was going on." Will crossed an arm over his stomach. "You should be at work." Will repeats it lowly.
He remembers how often he would hear the word selfish, how often he would be told that he only thought of himself, and by god Will wanted to do that now. He felt petulant and like a child and he wanted to be a child right now. Will waited until He heard Alana's heels click down the hall and then he gave a low chuckle. He certainly was a child now, completely infantile, and he was so ******** SCARED. Will sucked in a breath because he knew how horrible this all looked on him, how ugly it made him, and he wanted to use it. He wanted to wear it as a bitter mask for just long enough that he could lick his wounds. He needed to rebuild his walls a bit, rebuild what Dr. Lecter had chipped away, and no matter how bad each damned brick felt he had to put it back in place. When the nurse came back in Will told her not to let anyone in, that he wanted to be alone, and he felt slightly spiteful for it.
Will wanted her to call him a child, to wound him a bit more, because it was better everyone see this instead of just how much this had all broken, oh god so broken, him.[/quote]
[quote="Mute Black Sheep"]"Yes, I was." Hannibal nods once, watching her bright eyes shifting around the blaring white room. Hannibal moves slightly to block the harsh light from her face. The lights in the room and the reflections for the white walls being enough. He keeps his face calm as he always does though he is very interested in how she can pinpoint how she and Will share the same eyes. Then again, it really isn't hard. Hannibal has looked into enough eyes to tell them apart and he has to say, he's never seen such blue eyes like Alana's, Will's and Abigail's. The Grahams had a different blue than anybody. They stood out, framed by long, dark eye lashes and dark hair. Pale skin and such wide, eyes. Always searching, always daring to look through anybody they landed on. Just the idea sent a shiver down Hannibal's spine. It was... exhilarating to think that there were three people, two siblings and one a daughter of one of said siblings could look right through him, rip the human mask from his face to reveal the monster underneath, his true self.
Blood red eyes, large, gaping mouth to chew it victims up and swallows them. Strength behind each limb and a twisted hole where the skin has been clawed and chewed away where black blood drips from where its heart would be. Hannibal moves a little closer to Abigail's bed as she speaks about how Garret Jacob Hobbs had told her that she had her real father's eyes. "That is Will Graham. He's the one that saved you. He's in another room recovering from an infection." He decides to leave the seizure out of what else he's recovering from. Hannibal smiles and touches her hand. "I am sorry, how rude of me. I am Dr. Hannibal Lecter. I was there with Will when he saved you." He watched her carefully, keeping a smile that fell short of his eyes on his face. He was hoping that it would help her trust him more that she wouldn't be looking for something in his eyes, in his face. Hannibal couldn't help but to wonder if she shared her father's same gift. He guessed not since she could make eye contact.
After a few minutes of speaking with her, a nurse politely asks Hannibal to leave so they can check up on her some more. Hannibal stand and touched the top of her head, giving her a reassuring smile before leaving the room. His feet carry him back to Will's room, only to find a nurse stationed outside of his room. "I'm sorry sir, but Mr. Graham is not accepting an visitors right now." She smiles at him when he removes his hand from the door nob. "Oh, that is a marvelous ring you have there. A wedding band?" He asks as he looks at the old dingy thing on her finger. The nurse isn't old, she may be in her mid to late thirties. "Yes." She smiles though it is weak. "Is your husband not enough?" Hannibal asks quietly. The nurse's face falls in an instant. "E-excuse me?" She tries to sound mad, but she's far too shocked to even sound anywhere close to it. "You have marks on your neck from somebody. Not your husband I'm guessing. You would keep your band polished and clean, proud to wear it. You wear it like an ugly scar. The top buttons of your uniform are unbuttoned, proudly displaying your cleavage and when you smiled while thinking about your husband, it never reaches your eyes."
The nurse's face falls and she begins to back away from Hannibal, unable to even come to terms with what he's saying. Since she doesn't speak, Hannibal goes on. "You wear far too much makeup to be happily married. You wish so desperately to be single again. You try to cover the marks on your neck with makeup, but you've forgotten that your uniform it white and you're wearing a very frilly, black bra and the marks stand out on his shoulders and stomach through the white." He holds eye contact with her while she continues to stare at him in disbelief. "What the hell is wrong with you?" She snaps before quickly leaving, forgetting her post and why she was there to begin with. Hannibal wipes the smirk he's wearing off before entering the room. He doesn't care if Will doesn't want to see anybody. There are much more important things that have to be addressed other than his self pity.
"Will." Hannibal nods to him as he quietly closes the door behind him. He looked over in time to see the fear in Will's eyes, before he could duck back behind his wall, Hannibal saw it. It was such a good look on him, that fear. Beautiful really. "You're scared." Hannibal spoke. It wasn't a question, just an observation. "Both of you. Such scared, blue eyes. Abigail says you're very familiar to her." Hannibal takes up the empty seat at Will's bedside. Hannibal stares at Will for a longer more, seeing everything shift as he tries to hide what he has already seen. "Will, you are letting yourself slip again." Hannibal gets to his feet, remaining at Will's side. "Let me be your anchor. Let me help keep you here." Hannibal says as he leans in closer to Will. "You don't have to be alone in this and you're not. Let me help you Will." Hannibal carefully sets his hand on top of Will's hand. "Just let me help you."[/quote]
[quote="Killer_Kiwi_XD"]Will is comfortably laying back in his bed, trying to control what he was feeling, when he heard the voices outside his door. He doesn't like the sound of that and he realizes who one of them is. He can't quite make out the words and then a moment later Hannibal is stepping in and Will is trying to bring himself back in and build his walls back up quicker. Hannibal is tarring him apart with every step closer he takes and the fear is biting at him so firmly that Will knows it's flowing faster than he can build. Will doesn't look at Hannibal and he feels his heart start picking up speed. Will feels Hannibal's words wash over them and they burn him so deep that Will can feel it in his bones.
Will closes his eyes tightly and then he jerks his hand away, as if he was burned, "Stop… Just stop." Will grips at his chest and squeezes his eyes tightly shut in the hopes of just making Hannibal shut up and stop because it's burning him alive to hear the other speak. "Just let me fall apart. Just let me take care of it all on my own. You have no reason to be so invested in me so let me ruin myself. I don't need to stay sane, I don't even know if I am. Let me have my damn PITTY Hannibal. For once I just want to have my goddamn PITTY and let it be my own instead of having it be everyone else's!" Will hates saying Hannibals name but he can't bring himself to call him Dr. Lecter right now and he doesn't know why.
"Just let me be SELFISH. Let me be a child and let me pull myself back together dammnit! Let me be UGLY." Will presses a hand over his eyes because he doesn't want Hannibal to see how much he hates himself for all of this. He hates it so damn much but he just needs to be ugly for a moment, to pity himself and shove the bitter taste in his mouth, because it's so suffocating to feel it from everyone else and this time he wants to choke himself before anyone get the chance. Will wants to be a ruin, a sad thing left unattended, if only because he hates himself right now more than any of the killers he has ever faced. He wants to be UGLY and BROKEN and by god he wants to repel everything because he's so pathetic and bitter and he WANTS to be because it's how everyone sees him and damn it all if he doesn't want to live up to expectations.
He's falling apart, completely and utterly, and he knows it and even those he tries to build his walls he knows the water will slosh over and soon it's going to crack everything because Will just doesn't care anymore and he wants to scream. He is so pathetically broken, a jumbled mess, and he wants the whole damn world to drown with him right now. It's all so confusing and it all hurts so damn much and Will feels like he deserves it for all the things he has done wrong. He doesn't even acknowledge when he starts crying, or when he grabs Hannibals hand, because his walls are bursting with everything and he wants to just let them go. Not today though, not now, not with Hannibal there and not with this careful thread of something between them and so shaken by the waves Will is creating.
Will just lets it happen though because now it isn't pity, it's just pain, and Will just hurts so very much. It takes a while for Will to calm down but he doesn't let go of Hannibal's hand and in the end he feels so very much better. He's silent for a long while before he finally decides he can't stay silent. "I am sorry about… all that. I don't usually break down like that in front of people." Behind closed doors? Yes, all the time, but Will has a feeling Hannibal knows. The pity wasn't real, and it's still so damn bitter on his tongue, but it had almost kept him stable. A defense mechanism by the book but this time Hannibal ripped it down like so many other wall that Will tried to build.
A/N: Abby is Wills daughter, deal with it, I said there would be M/Preg and there it is. It doesn't play much of a big part except for binding will together with Abby, giving him a bit more pain, and coming in play MUUUUUUUUUUUUCH later. Let's just say willow tree. Please leave a review and give love to us writers. Also Pardon me for emotionally destroying Will. It's what I do.