[Hannibal's Hospital Room ] The empty spaces where we used to talk

[murdoc_is_god]

In the morning, nurses asked Murdoc to leave the room while they checked on Han and a doctor came in to decide if it was safe to take out the breathing tube. Muds begrudgingly agreed to go outside, get a cup of coffee and smoke. He needed it, so it was just as well. He stayed outside for a while before he came back in. At least it seemed that they were able to take that ugly tube out of his brother's throat. God, Murdoc hates the hospital.

Coffee cup cooling in his hand, Muds steps back into the room and sits on the edge of his brother's bed. He's barely slept and feel like five kinds of hell, but if Hannibal is doing better, it's worth it.
"Mornin', Sunshine. You looked like fucking roadkill yesterday. Feel better now?"