The meds he gave me took effect quickly. My mind started to numb along with the rest of my body. Though he spoke to me I didn't really hear him. He didn't need me to respond to anything that he was saying as he just kept talking and talking with sharp instruments poised in his fingers.

"Wah wah wah wah wah," I related the sound to the charlie brown series from my childhood. Whenever an adult would talk to the children they sounded like nonsense but the kids somehow knew what they saying even if that audience didn't. That sound is what he sounded like trying to talk to her. I wasn't a child though, why did he sound like that? Before I could continue with that silly thought I felt my shirt being cut from my form. His cutting would soon start and soon I would be dead. I wonder how long I would last? I mean if he knew what he was doing and didn't want me to die immediately, how long would it take before the blood loss would kill me? Wouldn't it be nice if someone would save right about now? I think it would.

The first slash cut my breast. I felt more pressure than pain as the blade slid across my skin so softly. It felt almost like having sex, if you could believe me. Not the actual sex part of where a guy penetrates a girl, but sex as in I could relate to the knife being a sharp nail scratching me or roleplaying and the guy cutting me by accident. Oh god is my last thoughts in this world really gonna be thinking of sex? I don't wanna die like that, I have to think of something important to think of before I die. No one wants blue balls right before they die. What would happen if you carried that feeling over into the abyss and you're forever stuck with that feeling. That would be horrible. Ok concentrate, something other than sex.

Minutes passed and the guy was taking his time slicing my skin. I shifted my eyes to see a cut of skin being put into a small container to his left. He was right handed, how nice, I'm being turned into art by 90% majority. Why couldn't he have been left handed? Like is that hard to switch from being a righty to being a lefty. Then he could have been cool like me. A trickle of blood slid down my side and i felt every nerve it touched as it made its descent. Why was I so hyper sensitive to this little blood?

More minutes passed and my mind had slowed down to a crawl. I was ever so conscious of how cold the air was around me. It had been getting colder and colder. The blood I was losing was getting to me. I tried to wiggle my fingers and toes but I was only slightly successful with getting a few fingers to twitch. I didn't want to try hard to get things to move in fear of making my body pump more blood and forcing my inevitable death even closer. Though I doubt I had much longer. It had to been about ten minutes since he started slicing. Some of my blood must have congealed by now, but my heart was pumping trying to keep blood flowing. My heart beats echoed in my ears as if a timer was being set. I would count them every so often. Noticing that they were getting slower. My body was dieing. I was was dieing. My vision that had been mostly fixed on a set of crates, was now starting to blur. Even after I blinked the blurry and fuzziness stayed reminding me that any minute now I would slip away. I closed my eyes and I felt a lone tear slide down my cheek. I would no longer exist soon.

I still hadn't decided what my last thought would be. It had to be important, wouldn't you want your last thought to be worth something? Like if someone wished to hear your last thought, would you want them hearing you think of carrots or something like that? I wouldn't, but I don't think anyone would waste that kinda wish on me. I only had Will, and he wasn't sure if he wanted me back in his life. So who did that leave? My pet lizard that escaped when I was like ten? He was probably dead. Well at least I can say sorry to him when I see him.

My ears perked up a little when the guy had started addressing me. It was really hard to make out its words but I did my best and tried to listen to him, "I'm about to cut the major arteries around your heart. If you're still here, you'll be dead in less then 30 seconds. That's how long it will take for the blood leave you system. And as you know, nothing will work without blood."

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I felt that one. 30, oh god I'm going to be dead. Oh no please please I need to think of something important. 20, anything fucking anything. 25 I want my last thought to be important if anything need to be important this has to be. 20 Will maybe I should think of Will when we were younger. 15 no my parents were around when we were young and they didn't care about me, I want a purely happy memory 7 maybe…. maybe...6… something… 5 … please something important and happy 3… 2… As I felt my mind go completely numb the last thing that I thought about was sitting in Hannibal's kitchen eating his perfect food. 0.

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Something was in my throat. I didn't like it. It was hard to breath with this thing in my mouth. I should pull it out. I tried to pull my arm up to remove whatever covered my mouth when I felt something tug. Ouuuuuuch. Something was inside of my arm and as I tugged it would hurt. What is going on? I tried my other arm and it seemed to be free from anything being in it. Reaching up, my energy gave out and my hand fell on my chest. There was bandages and tape where my bare breasts should have been. Why can't my girls breath right now? I picked at the bandages, that's when I noticed something was on my index finger keeping me from being able to pull at the bandages off. I shook my hand softly and it fell off.

Everything got loud and I squinched my face not enjoying the loudness that now blared from things around me. I heard beeps that were long and short. A small siren was going off as well as a loud single noise indicating that something was wrong. I struggled a little until I heard footsteps rush in. Though they were intense when they walked in, they were now calm, now that they were by my side. They started to reattached the thing that had been on my finger. I pulled away as I tried to remove whatever blocked my throat. Luckily for me they stopped me and helped me get it out. I started coughing and the pain in my chest flared up. The devices around me started to get irritated again and started beeping some more.

"Miss Graham I need you to calm down. You are ok, but you need to rest to not irritate the veins we repaired," Veins repaired? What on earth is this guy talking about. That's when I demand it was time to open my eyes. It was dark in the room around me with exception to the devices that I could slightly see through my blurred vision. I was in a hospital? I turned my attention to the doctor addressing me. "Alright? Now your brother would like to see you. Do you think you up for it? Also the detectives have a few questions. If you think you aren't ready just tell me now and I'll tell them to come back." I could hear Will yelling wanting to get into the room. Why was I in here again? I smile hearing him closer and nodded letting him know I was fine with it. Though he hesitated as he walked out and talked to a nurse.

"Octavia?" How long did I just space out? I didn't remember Will walking into the room and putting up a chair next to me. How long had he been there before talking?

"Sup," My voice didn't sound like it belonged to me. It was too rough and gravelly. I hoped that this wasn't a permanent effect. I couldn't deal if I had hear that sound every time I talked. Will had just said something to me and I hadn't been paying attention. Too busy thinking about my voice, "What?"

"How are you feeling?" He looked like he was getting more worried by the second. How did I feel. I ran a mental check list. Well I had both my arms and legs. My face felt the same so I didn't have a different head. The only pain I remember having in the last 20 minutes was my chest pain.

"Oh," the memories flooded back into my mind as I remember the events that had taken place. I had been kidnaped and my chest was torn to shreds by some right handed guy trying to turn me into art. I shifted my gaze to my chest that was covered. That's why there are bandages on my breasts. I surely hope they still look nice. Not that there was that much their in the first place I still liked my boobs and if they looked gross that would bother me.

Oh wait Will asked me something. What did he ask me again? I looked at him confused trying to remember what he had asked me. Everything was groggy as I tried to comb through the thoughts that rattled around in my head, "Oh, how am I feeling?" I repeated the question as his concern grew more. "Well, my chest hurts," A small smile started to play on his lips as I said that. Well no shit your chest hurts you just got it ripped open. Good point. I guess that was a silly answer. "How am I alive? The guy cut an artery next to my heart. He said I would be dead in 30 seconds."

"Well you were dead. For almost five minutes. Your manager called the police when you didn't get on your plane. They found the door to the motel you stayed at open. We started our search for the guy that had taken you. Lucky for us he got caught on a security camera drugging you dragging your body to his car. We got his vin number and tracked down that he rented out the shipping building that we found you in. When we arrived they shot him and found you. Luck for you that Dr. Lector had tagged along. He said that you might need a medical attention and he was right," He glanced off to the side.

"So Dr. Lecter saved me?" I watched Will as he said nothing. Why did he almost seemed annoyed by the fact that he had saved me. I looked down to my chest thinking when I realized that he also saw my breasts. A small blush crept on my checks at the thought. Not like he hadn't seen boobs before, so it's not like mine were special, other then having been torn to shreds.

A knock from the door drew both Will and my attention. Dr. Lecter was standing in the doorway with his coat in his arms. He hesitated a moment before walking in to make sure he wasn't intruding on anything. "How are you feeling Miss Octavia?" He set his coat on the other chair as he walked over to me. He looked at the devices that were keeping me alive then back down to me. His doctor like eyes examining me to make sure I was fine.

"I'm fine, and I guess I owe you my life. Thank you," I smiled up at him and he kept his mask on. At first not responding but soon let a small smile form on his lips. His lips that look really soft and I wouldn't mind. Woah let's not think like that right now. I didn't know what made my mind ver that way but I needed to keep it in check.

"You owe me nothing Miss Octavia. I would however like to have you in therapy to make sure your mind is healthy." Will shifted in his seat and I looked at him oddly then back to the Doctor. Did that sound like a date to you? Cause that's what it sounded like to me. Like I was being told I had to go on a date with him in his therapy room, and I was completely ok with that. I shook my head trying to get those thoughts out of my mind then nodded to him.

"Yea sure, I'm sure I have brain damage or something from being dead," I laughed a little but no one else did. Tough crowd, "Anyway I am eternally grateful for you saving my life. For real." His smile got a little bigger and he just nodded not wanting to argue with me on the subject.

"Ok visiting hours are over and Miss Graham needs to rest if she wants to recover," the doctor form before popped in and basically told the guys to gtfo and left. I didn't like him.

"Come Will, we should let your sister rest," Dr. Lector spoke to Will. Will stood up and gave me one last glance before walking with the Doctor out. I sure hope I didn't have to be in here for too long. Hospitals smelled funny.

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