Hannibal's untold story: Hannibal's daughter

(19) Hospital

Hannibal was stable, he was in the hospital. I was sat on the couch that was in the hospital room, waiting for him to wake up. I laid on the couch, putting my trench coat over myself for warmth. I winced in slight pain, I must've pulled something when everything kicked off. The door creaked open and I looked to see the nurse walk in. She was the same nurse as before, who gave me a sandwich and has a visible liking to my father. I smiled to her and she smiled back.
"Hi" I murmured to her.
"Hello, how are you?" She asked me. I sat up right and I stretched.
"Just a little tired..." I informed her. She sat down beside me and revealed a cup of coffee. I smiled to her and took it out of her hands, it was still warm.
"Thank you" I said while I sipped my coffee. I sighed of relief, with the warm coffee drop down my throat into my stomach, it was extremely satisfying and relieving.
"That's alright. How's your father?" She asked me. We both glanced over to him, asleep on the bed.
"He's doing fine I suppose, well as good as you can be with a bullet wound" I told her, drinking my warm, milky coffee.
"And how are you?" She asked me. I looked over to her and I put my coffee on my lap.
"I'm... fine, why do you ask?"
"Last time you was in here, you lost your baby" she reminded me. I stared at her for a few moments then back at my lap.
"Oh sugar I am so sorry" she apologised.
"Oh no, it's fine. It's just that it's..." I couldn't finish my sentence. She put her hand on my arm and gave me an assuring smile.
"Enjoy your coffee" she said to me, then she left the room. I drank my coffee and waited for my dad to wake up.

I was wondering around the hospital room, finding something for entertainment. I decided to cleanup a little, I picked up all the magazines I read and placed them back where I found them, I folded my coat, and I placed my phone and my keys on the top of the pile. I sighed and put my hands on my hips, remembering I left my gun in the car, not in sight though. I heard Hannibal mumble and I turned around, he was waking up slowly. I walked over to the side of him and I picked up his hand. He licked his lips as he mumbled. I just stared patiently. He opened his eyes and looked over to me. I smiled and he smiled back.
"You're awake" I said with glee.
"How many hours have I been asleep?" He asked me.
"A few hours. It's fine though, I cleared up some parts at the museum" I informed him as I tucked my hair behind my ear. He shook his head at me.
"We must leave Florence." He told me. I sighed and closed my eyes. I knew he was right, but Will just found me again and we wanted a baby.
"Just a few more days" I begged him as I squeezed his hand.
"For Will Graham?" He asked me. I hesitantly nodded my head and he sighed.
"Two more days" he said to me, very sternly.
"Would it hurt if I hugged you?" I asked smiling. He chuckled and he held his arms out to me. I hugged him and he hugged back, stroking my back.
"Thank you..." I whispered to him.

——— time skip ———

I ran into the PD office and I hurried to find Joyce.
"Detective Frost!" I shouted as I ran down the offices, people looked at me as if I was mad.
"Detective Fell?"
I turned around and saw her standing there with a sad face.
"Did you hear too?" I asked her. She nodded her head and walked over to me, she collapsed into my arms and I held onto her tight. She sobbed loud as she slowly fell to the floor. We both dropped to our knees as she cried out loud in my arms. They were painful cries, it was awful to hear. I stroked her hair and slowly rocked her to comfort her, like what Will does to me.
"I'm so so so sorry, Joyce" I said as I teared up myself.
"What happened?!" She shouted to me as she cried.
"I-I don't know. But he saved me and my dad... I know that" I told her, I felt so guilty for lying to her, killing Rinaldo and then acting stupid.

——— time skip ———
Hannibal's POV

I changed into my clothes and I put a trench coat on to hide the rip in my clothes from the bullet hole. Suddenly, the hospital door swung open. I looked over and saw the nurse standing there, looking at me.
"You should be asleep" she exclaimed to me, looking at me funny. I chuckled under my breath and I walked over to her and held out my hospital gown. We were pretty close. She was a little smaller than I was and my breathing moved her hair a little. She hesitantly took the hospital gown out my hands and she kept glancing up into my eyes.
"I think I am stable enough to leave" I murmured to her. Her legs shook a little and I hid my smirk.
"Oh, okay. Sure, uh" she cleared her throat and held her clipboard tighter. She was getting sweaty palms.
"We will probably need your daughter to come in and sign the papers, though sir" she said to me, extremely fast.
"You can call me Dr. Fell, and I am sure I do not need consent off my child".
She trembled in her breath a little and she leaned on the door frame and tried to play it cool.
"Okay." She smiled to me nervously. I do still love Grace, I still see her in my dreams and she was everything I wanted in a woman, and I craved some romance, I hadn't had much of it ever since people found out I was the ripper. I slowly leaned close into the nurse and she was trembling in her breath. I wrapped one arm around her waist, with our foreheads touching and our lips inches away. I pulled her in and closed the door then I pressed my lips against hers. She made a little shriek in my mouth and I chuckled, she wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me closer in. She raised her thigh and wrapped it around my waist, I held her thigh closer to me and she moaned in my mouth. Then I realised she didn't kiss like Grace, she didn't feel like Grace. Grace was irreplaceable. I politely pulled away from her lips and smiled at her, she smiled back.
"Are you okay?" She asked me.
"I am. I must thank you for that but I must be leaving" I replied. I let go of her thigh and I adjusted my coat. She suddenly seemed embarrassed.
"Oh, okay.. can I have your number Atleast?" She asked me. I sighed, I was leaving Florence soon so I couldn't stay in contact with her - even if I wanted to.
"I'm afraid not. Goodbye" I left the hospital room, adjusting my shirt.