Hannibal awakening

The wrath of the lamb

Doctor Lecter helped Will up, propelling him up against his body, strong even after brutal abuse the red dragon had so violently inflicted upon them. The bullet wound didn't hurt Hannibal as nearly as it hurt seeing Will wounded. 

Will had scampered to him, terrified of falling, as if he were a child.

Hannibal held him in his arms, as Will struggled to breathe.

Hannibal wanted to soothe him, as he often had over time, but he himself did not know their fate, for such uncertainty he cursed inwardly at destiny, at life and death.

He had been the one controlling life and death for so long, to anyone he put his sight and wicked mind on.

But the tables had turned.

Oh and they had turned.

What a malicious joke life had bestowed upon him.

The only solace, the infinitesimal sliver of console he found was having Will by his side.

The night was cool and a promise of thunderstorm lingered in the humid air.
Hannibal could almost taste the saltiness in the air.

Hannibal was always calm, ever the cold and frivolous chap.

Measuring his every move with precise meticulousness, but since Will came along it had resulted in an impossible endeavor.
The moon peeked behind the thick gray clouds, the crashing of waves far below onto shore made the hairs at the back of Wills head to rise.

Will shivered in Hannibal's arms, but their blood was warm.

So we were alike, after all. All that time I spent admonishing and chasting myself for pondering and dwelling in such dark matters. Similar dark and twisted minds slithering around the other as ivy in vines. Two that became one. Even blood binds us now. Who would have thought. But most importantly...what are you thinking, Doctor Lecter?

Will tried to imagine what his favorite Doctor idled on, but could not come up with something as near as it was.
Hannibal was blissfully lost to sinful thoughts involving the pair of them.

The corpse awash with blood nearby had long since been forgotten, the red dragon's blood pooled near Will's feet, Hannibal pushed him out of blood's way and further into his arms.

Hannibal feared Will might faint or lose consciousness or worse, drop dead in the middle of nowhere.

He was qualified as a medical doctor, he had been well-trained as a physician, he knew he'd know how to nurse Will back from the death, if in any case the mere idea of having him for himself wasn't enough of a lure and bait to prod Will back, but he lacked the medical equipment to revive him in case such extreme means needed to be taken.

He would risk taking Will to a near hospital even if it meant to be sent back to the hellhole of jail he was in thanks to Jack.

The fainting, ashen faced man in Hannibal's arms struggled inhumanly to stay on his feet but found himself unable to hold on any longer.

Am I tasting death in my mouth?
Sweet, dark, red,
then come to me I'll let you in...

Hannibal lost his train of thought thinking, but like Will had said, maybe he would not save himself.