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 Posted: Tue Apr 01, 2014 1:46 pm
angel_of_joy iMirla angel_of_joy iMirla angel_of_joy iMirla The room fell into an eery silence, as Will contemplated Hannibal's words. He had wanted to remain defiant, to best the Doctor at his own game, but he could slowly feel his reservoir tumbling before his eyes. He needed Hannibal. He was the only one who understood; the only one who supported him, even if it was under false pretenses. "It doesn't make a difference does it? Whether I'm innocent or not... they've labeled me as guilty since the day I was first admitted and you know that." Will rubbed his eyes tiredly. "Doctor, I need help and I need a place to stay. There's no one who would listen and nowhere for me to go." Trembling, he looks up at Hannibal, desperately needing him to accept.
(I'm just boosting their story ahead a little... Hannigram alert! haha Btw, if we continue with this, we can probably even publish this as co-authors. wink ) "You can't stay here, Will. This is the first place they will look, but I will help you. Go, enjoy your interlude, but know that you will end up in prison." Hannibal said as he turned away, something in the way that Will looked at him pulled at his heart strings, but this wasn't part of the plan. "You are right, of course, you always are. I don't know what I was intending to achieve by suggesting for you to help me. They probably already have an warning akin to the amber alert for me, 'shoot at sight' if you will." Will snorted out a mirthless chuckle, his desperation fading. "You can say that I'm not in the right mindset. I might not even be aware if sitting here in your office is a reality, or a figment of my encephalitis." Slowly, Will struggles to get up on his feet, his face reddened by a sudden flush of fever. He had thought that a reduced exposure to Lecter's manipulations and fluid injections would cease his breakdowns, but he had guessed wrong. Turning his back to the doctor, Will mutters out a half-hearted farewell before his legs gave out and he succumbed to the darkness. When Will finally awoke he found himself back in the hospital, handcuffed to the bed with an armed guard at the door and Jack Crawford towering over him like a statue. "It's good to see that you're awake, although some might say otherwise... what were you thinking?!" Jack growled in close proximity to Will's right ear. "Dr. Bloom was about to polish up her statement in support for your unstable condition and you waltz out of here like it's no big deal!" Standing up abruptly, the older man pushed his chair roughly across the gritty hospital floor, before turning to face the door. His shoulders and demeanour quickly faded. "It's hard to see you like this Will, knowing that I pushed you over the edge, but you have to at least keep whatever remnants of yourself together. At least try to defend yourself instead of accusing Dr. Lecter. It's no good for you or the case." "I'm not guilty of these crimes," Will said weakly - maintaining his innocence. "I don't know what I have to do to prove this to you - I'll forever be guilty in your eyes. I trusted the wrong people." "You didn't trust the wrong people Will." A new feminine voice interrupted from the other side of the room. Alana Bloom walks in confidently with crime scene analyst Beverly Katz not far behind. "We are clearly on your side and seeing as you are so adamant on your Hannibal Lecter theory, we have devised a plan - one that Jack would be very much against."
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Posted: Mon Apr 07, 2014 6:36 pm
iMirla angel_of_joy iMirla angel_of_joy iMirla "You are right, of course, you always are. I don't know what I was intending to achieve by suggesting for you to help me. They probably already have an warning akin to the amber alert for me, 'shoot at sight' if you will." Will snorted out a mirthless chuckle, his desperation fading. "You can say that I'm not in the right mindset. I might not even be aware if sitting here in your office is a reality, or a figment of my encephalitis." Slowly, Will struggles to get up on his feet, his face reddened by a sudden flush of fever. He had thought that a reduced exposure to Lecter's manipulations and fluid injections would cease his breakdowns, but he had guessed wrong. Turning his back to the doctor, Will mutters out a half-hearted farewell before his legs gave out and he succumbed to the darkness. When Will finally awoke he found himself back in the hospital, handcuffed to the bed with an armed guard at the door and Jack Crawford towering over him like a statue. "It's good to see that you're awake, although some might say otherwise... what were you thinking?!" Jack growled in close proximity to Will's right ear. "Dr. Bloom was about to polish up her statement in support for your unstable condition and you waltz out of here like it's no big deal!" Standing up abruptly, the older man pushed his chair roughly across the gritty hospital floor, before turning to face the door. His shoulders and demeanour quickly faded. "It's hard to see you like this Will, knowing that I pushed you over the edge, but you have to at least keep whatever remnants of yourself together. At least try to defend yourself instead of accusing Dr. Lecter. It's no good for you or the case." "I'm not guilty of these crimes," Will said weakly - maintaining his innocence. "I don't know what I have to do to prove this to you - I'll forever be guilty in your eyes. I trusted the wrong people." "You didn't trust the wrong people Will." A new feminine voice interrupted from the other side of the room. Alana Bloom walks in confidently with crime scene analyst Beverly Katz not far behind. "We are clearly on your side and seeing as you are so adamant on your Hannibal Lecter theory, we have devised a plan - one that Jack would be very much against." Jack glared across the room at the two women. "Think very long, and very hard, about what you are about to say to him."
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