RUDE (Hannigram)

Chapter 12.

(if I made a story about potatos would you read it? Also, a lot of swearing in this chapter.)

Will didn't wake up in his bed. Will didn't wake up in his doggy stench house covered with fur. Nor did he wake up from a nightmare, that's cause the doctors gave him some sleepy medicine that made him sleep till 12. Wait- it was 12? He should be at work! Not in a lemony and blood scent hospital room.

"Why am I here?" He asked a doctor.

"You were attacked- it looked like a deer caused it."

Will froze. A deer? The Stag Man, he attacked Will after killing Abigail. Will could still feel his leathery, boney, Latex-y, fingers on his cheek, caressing it like a mother.

"When will I be released?"

"When we find that you're stable."

Not this again. Will had tried to convince anyone who listen that he was stable and that he knew when he was awake. But Will didn't argue, instead he wondered how the fuck The Stag Man could have done that shit. How could an imaginary deer-human fucker attack Will? Or was The Stag Man real? Okay, now he sounded crazy, he sounded like those conspiracy theorists who were convinced that the moon landing was fake.

"Would you like a visitor?" The doctor asked.

"Yeah." Will whispered.

It wasn't Lector, or Jack, or Alana, it was Dr. Chilton. He was dressed in a fancy blue suit, carrying the stupid cane.

"Hello, Will." He started.

"Hello, Fredrick." Will copied.

"Why did you want to see me?"

There was a brief pause.

"Dr. Lector had told me you were in the hospital so I decided to grant you with the pleasure of my company."

"Bullshit, why are you really here?"

Fredrick paused again, probably weighing his options, and then spoke again.

"Dr. Lector has requested you staying at the Baltimore State Hospital for the Criminally Insane."

"I. Don't. Need. To. Go. There." Will seethed through clenched teeth.

He didn't need to go there, really. But it seemed that everyone was just
Hell-bent on getting him there.

"I know you don't, but you're saying you were attacked by a deer-human, that's pretty crazy."

Will was going to say something when Fredrick interrupted.

"You never seemed mentally sound since that first day in the field, we just want to make sure you're okay."

"I've bee-"

"If you're hurting yourself, Will, you're hurting a member of society, and people who hurt members of society get put away till they're made sure they can't hurt the member of society."

Will couldn't argue with that kind of logic.

"Do I have to go?" Will whined.

"It would be safer for everyone."

Will stayed quiet, it would be safer. His empathy wouldn't give him nightmares and, like Chilton said, he was a member of society, hurting a member of society.

"What about Hannibal?" He asked.

"Don't worry, you'll get to see your little Murder Husband or boyfriend or whatever the fuck you two are. But there are limits on doing things under my roof."

"What about my job?"

"You sure do ask a lot off questions. You're probably going to have to bring that up to Jack Crawford though."

Chilton left feeling satisfied that he could frustrated Will like a seven year old who couldn't solve a puzzle. He had a smile on his smug little face but then it dropped off when he bumped into Alana.

"Miss Bloom, what are you doing here? Not visiting Will after you sworn him off last time, right?"

"Fuck off."

"Ohh, I like them feisty."

"Idiot."

"Don't be such a prun, Miss Bloom. Ha, that rhymed. Will's going away soon anyway."

"What?" Her voice was horse.

"You should ask him that. Not I. I don't have to make him go. But it'd be better and you know that."

Alana walked away with Chilton frustrated. How could they send Will away? Who requested this vulgar and doltish idea? What about everything else besides his mental health?

"Will!" Alana cried. "What happened?"

Will didn't know how to answer that. It wasn't like a "Oh well, I was just attacked by a deer human that has been haunting me ever since I killed Garret-Jacob Hobbs." sort if way.

It was a What-the-fuck-just-happened-is-this-the-Blair-Witch-Project? situation.

"This thing-" he didn't know how to explain it to Alana. "It attacked me, the doctors say it was a deer. I don't believe them."

"Will, I spoke to Chilton earlier. Why are you being sent away?"

Will turned away from Alana, at first she thought it was rude till she noticed the gash on his neck.

"I don't how I did this. The doctors said I must've slid across something hard like concrete-" he closed his eyes remembering a tiny bit.

The Stag Man had grabbed him by the throat, closing his windpipes. It's nails were pressed in the back of his neck, scratching and scarring. The Stag Man then throw him on the pavement with the confetti, he skinned his neck along with his back.

The Stag Man disappeared. He wasn't on the street of the Day of The Dead parade or Garrett-Jacob Hobbs house. He was in he's own, with his dogs and fish hooks. He was home.

"I'm scared Alana."

"I am too Will." She said, cleaning the last tears from her face.

"I am too."