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[cannibalmind]

Who: Will Graham, Hannibal Lecter, Open to Infirmary Staff
What: Will's Exceedingly Polite Awakening from Barge coma.
When: Evening
Where: Infirmary
Warnings & Notes: Hannibal's incidental creepiness, otherwise nope

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[grahamcommawill]

The first thing he became aware of was Hannibal's soothing, near melodic voice. That should panic him, but he was incapable of fear, let alone movement. So, he silently listened to beginnings of the story. It made little sense, but his mind linked the material to his memories. Ocean waves splashing lazily against the shore. Rustling of leaves as the trees swayed overhead. Sand drifting away between his fingers...

High in the heavens, the hawk was dipping now one wing and then the other, as though testing them, and, just when it seemed about to plummet downard, instead it slipped backward on the air, and then soared upward again on motionless wings.

He stirred in his sleep, and fleetingly, there was a tiny smile on his lips. He could visualize that description vividly. If he could, he wanted to simply lie here and listen to the entire story. But, no, something tugged at his mind, something important. A Purpose. He was forgetting something. Individual feathers painted clearly in his mind, the sharp eyes of the bird as it hunted

[cannibalmind]

Hannibal felt a little jump inside of him and blinked in confusion at it. Then he looked down and realized what he was reacting to. "Will." He closed the book and sat forward, the red lights vanished from his eyes in his confusion of emotions.

"You're back with us then." His voice sounded a little different. No mockery, no predatory hiss behind it, no self-assured pedantry. He merely sounded relieved.

"I'll get you one of the staff."

[grahamcommawill]

He detected the oddness in Hannibal's voice right away, but wouldn't pinpoint exactly how it was different until much, much later. 'Back with us'? Had he ever gone away? No, that didn't make any sense...

"Wait." He hated the pleading note in his voice. But everything was a blur--a gap in his memory he didn't like. Will wanted to sit up, to leap from this bed and demand answers, but he was weak, with limbs who were content to say exactly as they were, thank you very much. But he could move his neck, at least, and he did, looking at Hannibal now as a source for answers, possibly guidance.

"How...?" So many layers to that one simple word.

[cannibalmind]

Hannibal's smile was a bit thin and weak for him. "You have been unconscious for an indeterminate amount of time, possibly since soon after we last spoke. Sometime during that period, a shapeshifting assailant, who is currently being pursued, stole your identity and belongings and kept you hostage in your room. She--apparently--also kidnapped a few others and had them tied in your room.

"Her behavior was inconsistent with yours, and I investigated without knowing what was going on. Fortunately I overheard a struggle amongst the hostages within and managed to get the door open." His shoulder was still sore; he had ignored the pain (and his lack of shoes) in his haste to help convey Will here and look after him.

"You have been in the Infirmary for the better part of a day."