Twisted Minds

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HOSPITAL - WILL GRAHAM'S ROOM - NIGHT-

Will opens his eyes, stirring as an aroma hits him. He sits up in bed as Hannibal pops the lid on a second Tupperware container allowing the steam to escape a rich amber broth. "Smells delicious." Will says. "Silkie chicken in a broth. A black boned bird prized in China for its medicinal value since the 7th century. With wolfberries, ginseng, ginger, red dates and star anise." Hannibal says as he places the bowl of soup on the tray.

"You made me chicken soup." Hannibal offers a supportive smile. Of course he did. They sit silhouetted by the window, reminiscent of the first meal they shared together in the beginnings of their relationship. "The nurses tell me you've been wandering, Will." Hannibal says. "I was awake. And wandering with purpose and good intentions."

"Visiting that unfortunate young woman suffering from delusions?" Hannibal asks as he screws the lid of his thermos back onto the said thermos. "She's my support group." Will says as he takes a spoonful of soup. "And I hope you're her's. Nothing more isolating than mental illness."

"I know Dr. Sutcliffe was a friend."

"She didn't murder Dr. Sutcliffe. Her disease did. I can't blame her for his death any more than you can be blamed for shooting Abel Gideon."

"The hallucinations, the loss of time, sleepwalking. Could that have all just been the fever?"

Hannibal considers saying what Will wants to hear or what he wants Will to hear, then simply replies: "It's possible." Not confident enough of an answer for Will. "Fevers can be symptoms of dementia. Dementia can be a symptom of many things happening in your body or mind that can no longer be ignored." Hannibal says but once again, Hannibal knows whats wrong with Will and it is most certainly not Dementia. "Does Jack know?"

"That this could be more than a fever? No. I haven't told him."

"Shouldn't you?"

"Not until we know for certain. What we must do now is continue to support and monitor your recovery. The young woman you were visiting. How is her recovery?"

"I don't think she wants to recover. Afraid to remember what she did."

"Can't say I blame her."

HOSPITAL - GEORGIA MADCHEN'S ROOM - DAY -

Smoke stains the walls and the high tech HYPERBARIC CHAMBER. BRIAN ZELLER studies the charred remains of Georgia Madchen as JIMMY PRICE studies the charred remains of the chamber. JACK CRAWFORD, Caroline Bailie and Will Graham stand nearby. Will is still wearing his hospital robe, holding his rolling IV stand. "Hospital speculates a short circuit could have ignited the fire." Jack says as he turns to Will and I.

"Unit looks well maintained. No exposed wiring."

"Don't know if she suffocated or burned to death. We'll look for soot in the lining of her airways."

Will fights the overwhelming sadness of Georgia's life.

"Horrible way to die." I say softly. "A kid in Italy was in one of these things. A spark of static electricity from his pajamas set it off. Two cubic yards of oxygen became two cubic yards of fire." Jimmy says, which makes me feel sadder. "Could she have started the fire?" Will is disturbed by that thought. A thought Zeller finds evidence to support. He pulls a blackened anti-static wrist strap out of the Oxygen Chamber. "She wasn't wearing her grounding bracelet. Prevents build up of static electricity. Took it off." Zeller says as he looks up at us from the bracelet.

"Suicide? By immolation." Will says confused, why would anyone want to go out that way? "She was facing two murder charges." Jack says with a tone that makes me a little angry. "She wasn't suicidal, Jack. She was sick. I was here. I spoke to her." Will says which causes me and Jack to look at him. "Why did you speak to her?" Jack says in an almost scolding tone.