Hannigram

Chapter 15

Both Will and Hannibal was in the highest spirits they had been in a long time

The higher they are the harder they fall. Unfortunate this was the case for Will. He was feeling horrible on Saturday. Liam had cornered him at the end of the day on Friday and hammered into him, tearing him to shreds emotionally. He didn't tell Hannibal but he felt numb for the rest of the day. Hannibal came downstairs to find Will sitting in the same position he was when he left him that night. "Will" Hannibal said as he walked around in front of Will. Will just continued to stare at the wall. "Will? Look at me" Hannibal knelt down to his eye level but Will didn't snap out of it. It took Hannibal physically shaking him ti make Will come out of his trance.

"Are you OK?" Hannibal asked in a panic stricken voice. Will still didn't speak so Hannibal pressed on. "Will are you OK?" He raised his voice slightly. Will jumped up and walked away. Hannibal stood up confused and followed him. "Will, please talk to me" Hannibal called behind him. Will stopped and turned around "Just get off my back" He screamed and ran out the door. Hannibal stood in shock at what had just happened. 

Will ran faster than his legs could carry him and he ended up stumbling several times. He knew where he wanted to be, where he had to be. Home. Will ran up to the door, tore down the police tape and slammed into the locked door to get it opened. He lent against the door, after he had closed it again behind him, breathless. For a moment he was ready for his dogs to bound up to him and his mother tell him that his usual orange juice was in the fridge waiting, but none of that came to him. He slowly wondered around the now dull and vacant house that was once filled with light and love, wondering what he could have done to save her.

Will knew he couldn't have saved her, but he wished he could have at least been there for her in her dying moments. He still hadn't told Hannibal about what he saw back at the house, even though it has been on reply nearly everyday after that. He walked up stairs and silently opened the door to his mothers bedroom, the crisp white linen still lay there untouched. He ran his hands over the soft sheets and stared down at the empty bed. He didn't relise he was crying till a warm tear hit his hand. He collapsed on his mothers bed and let the tears soak the pillow in which he cried. 

Will heard a car pull up, he knew it was Hannibal. He dragged himself to the window which looked out onto the street below and watched Hannibal move swiftly out of his car, his coat swaying as he moved. He looked so soft in the setting suns red gleam. Will stood in silence as he watched him approach the door and he heard the door open and Hannibal stepped inside. Will walked over to the mirror and looked at the neatly placed photographs of him and his mother smiling happily together. He favorite one was the first day they went to the beach, they had the best of times. It was about a week after they had left his dad and his mum just wanted to get out so they did. They ate ice cream and played on the penny machines all day. He even kept the stupid key ring he won on his keys as a reminder of that day.

Will wasn't sure what came over him but suddenly he was angry, furious. "SHE WAS MY MUM!!" he screamed and he shoved everything that was on the desk onto the floor with force. "MINE!!" He kept shouting and kicking things before he turned round to see his red face in the mirror. He looked for only a second before slamming his hands into the glass shattering it as pieces embedded themselves into his hands. Will sat down the edge of the bed and cried again. This time Hannibal was there.He gently sat next to him and pulled him into his arms and sat there while Will cried once again. After Will had calmed down, he fetched a cloth and a bowl of water to clean up Wills hands as best he could.

"These are going to need stitches" Hannibal said as he concentrated on cleaning Wills hands. "We will have to go to the hospital" Will tensed up at the thought of spending more time in the hospital. He hated that place. "No" Will said "No" Hannibal sighed keeping his hands on Wills. "Then what am i supposed to do . I'm not a doctor, Will" He caught Wills eyes. "We need somebody to remove the glass and sew them up" Will looked around them room and went back to looking at Hannibal. "Fine" he said simply, before standing up and walking down stairs. But he didn't g to the door he went into the kitchen. He held his hands over the sink and began to remove the shards of glass before Hannibal could protest. Unfortunately for Will, he did this too carelessly and knicked a main artery and blood went everywhere. Hannibal ran to Wills side, shedding his coat on the way. He grabbed Wills arm and tried to cover the cut with a towel. 

"I'm sorry" Will looked up at Hannibal with sad eyes. "But maybe its better this way" Hannibal didn't know how to react. Suddenly his phone began to buzz in his pocket. After supporting Wills wait against him, he dug for his phone with his free hand. It was his dad. Hannibal knew he would be able to help and answered it. Before his dad could speak Hannibal begged him to come and help them. Hannibal told his dad the address and hung up. Will was becoming increasingly heavier and he got weak for the lack of blood, until they fell to the floor. Hannibal held Will partly in his lap, the blood soaking into his once white shirt. "Hannibal!" He heard a voice shout. "HERE, KITCHEN" He shouted back. his dad came rushing in. "What is going o-" He was cut off by the sight of his son and Will sprawled on the floor, Hannibal's eye were red. 

"Help him please, Dad" he begged "Help him" Hannibal's dad scooped up Will into his arms and bundled him into the car. Hannibal followed shortly behind. He couldn't bare the thought of losing Will. "Dad please, the hospital is too far he wont make it" Hannibal said his voice catching in his throat before he could continue. His dad agreed and did a quick U-turn back to his house and he laid Will on a table. Hannibal stood at the end nervously biting on the nail of his thumb. His Dad left to get medical supplies which they kept in the house. Hannibal walked up to Will's head and bent down to whisper to him.

"Please don't give up, don't die" He began to cry again "I need you Will, I love you"

AN

Sorry not sorry. 

He loves him

Thank you so much for reading

Cheerio Kiddos

Ash