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Kailani left Will's side when Agent Crawford appeared. She promised to come back the next day if he wasn't released. Will was taken from the room to help with something, so Kailani went home.

They had sex.

They had unprotected sex.

For the love of Tahiti, thinking would have been lovely. She usually kept condoms in her purse just to be safe, but why the hell did she take them out? So her purse could hold the fucking charger.

Stupid!

It would be a few weeks before she could tell anything though.

Will was horrified. Georgia had burned to death in her chamber. They were so ready to say suicide, but Will knew better. She wasn't suicidal.

Even when being released from the hospital and getting home to his dogs, he didn't feel better.

Nothing made him feel better.

And then he'd gotten a call from Kailani, who asked if he brought up the Encephalitis and he had to go back to the hospital the next day in order to speak with the doctor that had been in charge of him.

The man referred him to another neurologist and Will went the next day, calling Kailani to let her know where he was. She'd stressed that he should always let someone know where he went before going. He was doing it.

This doctor was all business. She saw him immediately thanks to a cancelled appointment, and agreed to run the MRI after Will explained what was wrong and what Kailani had told him. The results came back for severe inflammation of the right side of his brain and a small tumor. Kailani had been right. He had anti-NMDA Receptor Encephalitis.

If they weren't looking for it, most wouldn't know it was there.

Compared to the hospital which had told him he was fine and just had a fever, this was a severe leap. Dr. Mennis told him what would have to happen and he could only hope his insurance was good.

They set up an appointment for two weeks time. He needed to prepare himself for leave from work.

And he had to talk to Abigail.

Kailani hadn't gotten a text from Will in five days and when Jack Crawford stormed into the office without so much as a greeting or a pardon, she knew shit had hit the fan somehow.

She sent Will a text, asking where he was.

Minnesota.

Why?

Trying to find answers on the Copycat with Abigail.

Answers to what?

Will, Crawford looks pissed.

Did you take her without permission?

His answer came slowly, four minutes later.

Yes.

Fuck, Will this isn't good! Call, Crawford!

Will, they know you've been ill. It'll look suspicious.

Please, for the love of fuck, use your damn brain!

No response.

Will!

Fuck.

With a groan, she stood from her desk. He took someone from a psychiatric facility without permission. That could be seen as kidnapping. With his illness at its peak and the possibility of another seizure, he could be a danger to anyone.

Holding her phone tightly, she approached Dr. Lecter's office, entering without knocking. Hannibal and Crawford were leaning over the desk and looked up, faces mirrored in worry.

"Agent Crawford, I think I have to tell you something."

Anything to lessen the trouble Will was in.

"What?"

He sounded annoyed and was a little coarse, but she could take it. He was obviously strung tighter than a nun's cunt.

"Will is sick, very sick, I don't think he told you about his illness."

The man's eyes sharpened and he straightened, rounding the desk and coming closer, "What did he not tell me?!"

"Will has anti-NMDA Receptor Encephalitis."

"What?"

"There is a tumor on his right brain and the entire area is severely inflamed. Encephalitis causes hallucinations, time loss, nausea, spiked fevers, seizures, paralysis, and many more issues. It's been bad for a while and Dr. Sutcliffe apparently lied and told Will nothing was wrong with him when he did the MRI."

"And how do you come to know this and no one else?"

She opened up the texts from her time in Florida to show that she did message Will. "My friend's aunt had similar problems till she had a seizure one day and it all came into light. She suggested Will might have it, because his symptoms are worse. I tried to get a hold of him, but got nothing in response. And when I visited him and charged his phone for him, he never got my messages."

She handed the phone over to show her frantic texts.

"I came to the hospital and told him to speak to the doctor but I guess he forgot so I made him promise to speak with the man. I hounded him over it. He was referred to a neurologist and had another MRI done which also came with revelation and his appointment is scheduled for next week. He's been compiling notes for Dr. Bloom for when she takes over his class when he's on sick leave."

There was silence, before the man looked up, meeting her gaze evenly and asked, "And do you know anything else?"

"Will… experiences dissociation often. Despite how he brushes off his ability, it's deeper than we can ever truly understand. He doesn't just walk through their minds and emotions, he becomes them. Feels everything they feel and is mortified to find that his empathy lets him feel good when mimicking what they did.

Garret Jacob Hobbs is on his mind constantly because he isn't allowed to forget him. At least once a day something related to him is mentioned. Him, his daughter, his victims, his killing style, Freddie Lounds' book. It doesn't matter, he is there at the forefront and with that mindset so close to his own, he slips in and out. It's been happening less as of late. Instead of describing killing and worrying about losing sanity, he's described himself as fluid and melty, his words. That's he's 'dripping away into nothing'."

She took the phone back and flipped through her texts again, coming to their most recent conversation.

"So you're saying that Will could possibly be in Garret's mindset at any moment?"

"It is entirely possible, yes. Unfortunately, he's with Abigail and they're in Minnesota," she answered, handing the phone back over to show their brief talk.

"Will's illness can mean bad things. He could have a seizure at any moment. While driving, walking, cooking, or anything. He's a danger to himself and everyone around him and shouldn't be holding a firearm, shouldn't be driving, really shouldn't be doing anything but resting. No thinking of serial killers. No trying to find out who the copycat killer is. No stress lest his fever spike again and he loses himself once more to hallucinations. And he shot someone the last time he had a seizure and hallucinated."

Crawford uttered a four letter expletive before turning and stomping from the office.

She turned to Hannibal, who was looking forlorn.

"What's wrong with him?"

"It is possible... that Will may have murdered some people while in Garret's headspace."

Shit.

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