The Two Midnight Stars

2.The Hospital

The salty ocean breeze fills Will's senses, he closed his eyes for a few seconds and takes in a deep shaky breath. He looks at his watch, it is now almost three in the morning. The hospital where Hannibal was being kept was open twenty four hours, so it would be fine. He couldn't wait any longer. He had gone a year without him, thinking he would get over it, move on, maybe meet someone different. No. He couldn't. It was just a year of suffering, being stubborn and trying his hardest to resist his temptations.

Gripping onto his brown jacket, he was trying to keep warm, it was freezing outside. There was some rain falling down, dropping down onto his slightly pale skin.

Some thunder erupted and he sped over to his white Jeep car, getting out his keys and unlocking the door.

Will was hardly thinking, if he thought too much he would avoid doing this again. He didn't want to step back from his decision this time.

He got into his car, shutting the door behind him, clasping onto the steering wheel. It was about a two hour drive from there to the hospital.

Starting the car, the engine grumbled, he put his foot on the pedal and began to drive. His heart paced with anxiety, some sweat beading at his forehead.

After a while, the destination had come along, there stood The Baltimore Hospital for the Criminally Insane, the large sign bearing it in haunting capital letters. There was a broad spiked gate, through that was the dark hospital, vines caressed the entire ancient building, it was more like something out of a terrifying movie than a supposed hospital.

Now he had seen it for himself, his decision was final. He was going to get Hannibal out of this hellhole.

The gate squealed as it was opened, causing some crows to croak in a ruckus. Another strike of thunder bolted, lighting up the night sky.

He went up to the front door monstrous building and entered, there was a young lady at the reception desk, she was clicking away at her laptop, bags under her eyes, hair frizzled, lips dry, the agonising effects of constant night shifts.

Will approached her, clearing his throat, he couldn't believe he was doing this, it almost seemed like a dream, but he knew it wasn't. 'Hello, I am Will Graham, I am retired from the FBI. I am sure you know of me. I want to take Hannibal Lecter, one of your patients, into my own care. I will keep you updated on the matter.' He speaks professionally, fixing his jacket.

The lady hummed, looking up at him, examining him. She clicked her tongue and nodded. 'Go on. I am sick of that patient anyways. But do keep us updated. If not, we will have the right to take him from you.' she grumbled and went back to typing on her laptop, taking a sip of probably her twentieth cup of coffee. She handed him the keys, still staring at his face while doing so.

'Oh. T-thank you. I appreciate it. Thank you.' He tried to compose himself, stuttering a little. This was actually happening. He was going to bring Hannibal home. Why hadn't he had done this all along? If it wasn't for the stupid taunting brain of his.
He smiled awkwardly at her, getting no response so he just walked away, going into the direction of where Hannibal's room would be, the keys firmly held in his hand.

He went up to the thick layered glass of Hannibal's room.

His breath hitched as he saw him, tears brimming in his eyes, a little gasp coming from him.

There he was.

It was Hannibal.