Will Graham paced around Luna's room.
Alana gave him directions but he still felt lost.
Toothbrush on the sink: there's 2 of them, which one is Luna's?
He took the one that was more likely Luna's than Alana's
"PJs and Green Slippers on the desk… Okay" he grabbed them and placed them on the bed.
"A day dress and Flats…Closet…" he walked towards a two door cabinet
"Whoah, how can someone have this many shoes of the same kind?"
He just took ones he thought would be comfortable for Luna.
It's been a while since he visited someone sick; at least it's not in the hospital this time
Come to think of it; Luna has great accommodations.
He raised an eyebrow at the thought of Luna being without option last night.
It's Hannibal, she probably had a choice but he made sure they wouldn't realize it.
After he packed everything he left the house.
Hannibal cleaned up the mess Luna left upstairs; it was like blood smorgasbord.
It wasn't much of a chore though; he enjoyed the fact that Luna created the mess all on her own.
He checked on Luna before he went down.
The worry he was in after she fainted kept him awake all night.
He thought she'll never open her eyes again; she did wake up though but only to ask for a glass of water
He moved like he was walking on wires.
Not wanting to disrupt her sleep; she still has an hour or two until the anesthetics completely leave her system.
He turned her to the side to evaluate the integrity of the stitches he did on the back of her head.
It's still unclear to him how she got it; he didn't get the chance to ask her.
He went downstairs to prepare breakfast…
A good meal would help her regain her strength; He will take her to the hospital after though.
Something happened while he was unconscious.
She gained a gash and her vision.
How long was he down anyway?
His thoughts were interrupted by Will Graham's phone call.
He was on his way, checking if Hannibal was already awake.
He was going to bring Luna's things; Alana was supposed to do that.
He remembered.
Alana was supposed to drop by Hannibal's to see Luna.
Instead they are meeting her at the hospital.
Hannibal said Luna regained her vision last night after a fall.
She lost her consciousness for a while but she's better now.
She didn't know if she should be happy or dismayed by the news.
Hannibal's call almost had Alana rushing to his house.
He reassured her she didn't have to, so she stayed in class.
This is quite a morning.
Luna's consciousness was tapping her brain awake.
She slowly opened her heavy lidded eyes; realizing she can see again or still see...
There was no trace of last nights events in her memory; she'll get them back she thought.
She let light pass through her eyelids one beam at a time; thankful.
She looked around her; taking in the feel of the room.
The curtains were drawn and it prevented daylight from passing through.
She sat up carefully; she hates the headache that comes after a sudden movement.
She no longer had a dress on; she was wearing a white long sleeved button down shirt.
Nothing else beneath it, good thing it was big enough to cover the important parts.
Wait... who changed her clothes?
Where is her green dress?
There's no one else here but the doctor and her.
He's a doctor he knows anatomy... He's used to it.
She reasoned with herself; stop fretting she ordered the voice in her head.
Her leg was on a pile of pillows, in a much thicker looking bandage…
There was something hard in it, probably a splint.
She heard Will Graham's voice.
"He's here!" she yelped excitedly.
She sat up on the bed; intent on going out.
What time is it already?
Must be lunch she thought since Will Graham's here.
He brought clothes… she hoped.
She limped… it's hard to walk on one foot and add to that, drag the other.
She was finally in front of the door when the knob turned and the door slowly opened.
Hannibal's appalled face greeted her.
"This is unacceptable behavior from a patient Luna" Hannibal said with a straight face.
"I'm okay doctor" Luna responded with a sly smile trying to defend what she was doing.
"A patient who can't stand on her own two feet, is not okay; someone who leaves bloodstains on the pillow, is not okay…" good point Luna thought to herself.
"Go back to bed Luna" his face was getting more serious.
"Will is waiting for me… doctor… we're supposed to have lunch"
"It's not lunch time yet Luna and Will is not waiting, he already left…
he just dropped by and brought this for you" Hannibal handed Luna a bag.
She limped away from Hannibal; setting the bag and herself on the bed.
"Clothes finally" she murmured.
"Here's breakfast" Hannibal placed the tray on the ottoman "You should eat first; we have a long day ahead of us."
Luna did as she was told; afraid to disappoint him again.
The doctor left her alone.
At least she can eat without worrying about how mad she made him.
She has to fix herself; she probably looks like hell.
Hannibal had to mask the worry on his face.
She called him doctor twice and she showed no inhibitions.
After their encounter last night he expected her to be shy; embarrassed even.
He was her first; she should be in pain actually…
He probably has to give her pain relievers later after the anesthesia wears down.
She wasn't remorseful; Good for him! he thought, another validation to his prowess in bed if she remembers.
But lack of remorse is not so good for the man she decorated with tools.
Did she forget that she literally killed a man in cold blood?
Is it memory gap?
Maybe it's the anesthetic?
Maybe she's masking it too?
Whatever it is he'll have to discuss it with her.
Depending on how she reacts he can discuss the sugarcoated version of last nights events with Alana.
Should he show her the body in his freezer? her masterpiece minus all the tools of course.
No! his mind yelled.
One step at a time.