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Pablo Picasso 1937 ___
THE smell of chicken invaded his lungs, and the lovely image of Alice entering his room immediatly made him smile. She held in her hands a small packed lunch and walked fastly in her blue overall and striped long sleeved shirt.
"Good morning!" She said brightly.
"Good morning." He smiled shy, as she adjusted the pillows behind him.
"How are you doing?" Alice asked, as she sat next to him on the bed.
"I'm not sure." He replied. "But better now that you are here."
"Okay, that was smooth." She chuckled.
"What is this smell?"
"Silkie chicken in a broth." Hannibal suddenly entered the room with a pleased expression, elegantly dressed in a long dark coat, taking off his gloves. "A black-boned bird prized in China for its medicinal values since the 7th century." He opened the packed food as the smell floated in the air, surrounding the room. "Wolfberries, ginseng, ginger, red dates and star anise." He described.
"Summing up, he made you chicken soup." Alice replied well humored.
The three of them sat at a table at the corner of the room, Alice didn't eat the meal full of meat of course, but had eaten before arriving there, so she wasn't hungry. She observed Will, way better than the lastvtime she saw him, attentive to eacg spit of his beautiful face and soft brown curls of his hair falling above his shining eyes.
"The nurses tell me you've been wandering, Will." Hannibal commented as he observed the agent eating.
"Ouch." He almost burned his tongue.
"Are you okay?" Alice asked promptly, touching his arm. Hannibal only watched curious.
"Yeah, the food's just hot." He tried not to worry her, giving a kind smile.
She grabbed the spoon from him and blew up as it is done with babies, leading it to his mouth afterwards.
"Alice, please." He chuckled complaining about her attitude.
Hannibal couldn't believe in his eyes. Inside, he was throwing a fit like a brat. She did that to him when he was hurt, and in his eyes, it was supposed to be something exclusive to him. He felt something pointy in his chest, something sour down his throat and suddenly lost his apetite.
"Come on, don't act like I didn't do this whenever you were sick during college." She told him, wich only made Hannibal feel worse.
It was worse than he had imagined. Not even the meat could make him feel better now. And he adored meat.
Will rolled his eyes but opened his mouth with a sweet smile as she helped him. Alice was about to repeat the action when she looked at Hannibal's face. He was frozen, serious, staring at them. He didn't show his jealousy, but somehow she could feel it, maybe in his subtle glance, or by how he tapped his finger gently on the table, trying to avoid speaking about it.
