Monster In Your Bed

Chapter 2

"You look tired Will" Hannibal said as he sat across in him in his leather chair.

"Don't I always?" Will asked.

"Have you been having nightmares again?" Hannibal asked in his usual calm voice that he used on patients.

"Are you seriously asking me that Dr. Lecter?" Will laughed dryly, rubbing his eyes.

"What do you see when you sleep?" Hannibal asked.

"The question should be" Will leaned forward "What don't I see in my sleep. Nothing good, that's what I don't see" He sighed.

Hannibal watched Will as he tried to blink the sleep out of him. His long lashes fluttering softly, like fans used to cool down a Greek god.

"How are your headaches?"

"Terrible, like a thousand elephants decided to stomp on my head"

"Hmm..."Hannibal let out a frustrated, quiet sigh "Have you been taking anything to relieve them?"

"Aspirin, as always" Will snorted "I sometimes wonder if they're working, or am I just taking them hoping one day they will?"

"We all do this sometimes, hoping that the misery will be removed if we keep persisting. Like a stage four patient going through chemo therapy"

"I don't think I'm as bad a cancer patient doctor" Will huffed a laugh "But all I know is that I'm probably going to ruin my liver in the long run"

"Have you tried any other alternatives?" Hannibal asked, raising a brow.

"They're cluster headaches doctor, I don't think any other medication would cure them"

"There are other ways to cure headaches & body aches William, that aren't medicinal" He informed "Like Meditation"

"You're kidding right?" Will said incredulously, leaning back raising both brows.

"I'm not" Hannibal replies, his face dead serious.

"Meditation doesn't always have to be the orthodox way we know of. It could be anything a person finds peaceful to do. Some people find peace in praying, some in sleeping, some in exercise, & some in spending time with loved ones. Even sexual intercourse can be some sort of meditation. After all endorphins are released after most of these activities, our body's natural painkiller"

"What are you saying doctor Lecter?" Will asked, picking up on the last part. He wasn't sure if the doctor was implying something, or simply stating facts.

"I'm saying that Sexual intercourse can be very therapeutic"

"Sorry to disappoint, but I don't have a very interesting Sex life doctor" Will sighed, sinking into his seat "I don't go out that much, in case you haven't noticed"

"It does not have to be a random person. It is usually preferred with someone you trust, like a friend"

"Don't you have friends William?" Hannibal asked him ever so smoothly, voice almost like velvet.

"My only friends are my dogs" He said, then shook his head because of how wrong that sounded "& I'm not into bestiality doctor"

"We're both friends aren't we?"

"You're my psychiatrist" Will corrected.

"But not on professional terms. I am not you're clinical psychiatrist Mr. Graham" Hannibal smiled faintly.

"I'm not sure what you're getting at here doctor" Will rubbed his stubble, raising a brow.

"Well friends usually help friends when they are in distress or pain, isn't that the essence of friendship we've known as children?" He asked "Or as you Americans say it, I'll scratch your back you scratch mine?" Even the idiom sounded elegant coming from his mouth.