Finally: Chapter 2 - The morning after

The morning came way too fast for either one of them, Will hadn't slept well and to little of his knowledge Hannibal had been awake the whole time.

"Will.." Hannibal's voice was weak and held hints of fear behind his words, something that Will had never heard in him before. "..someone is coming near." Will perked up and took a listen for foot steps. They were coming toward them from two different directions, his body went rigid with fear as his eyes moved back to Hannibal catching in half lidded dark eyes growing weaker by the moment. He went to put an arm around him to drag him up to his feet only getting a protest in return that was filled with pain but a sturdy command. "Will Go.. get out of here"

"No, I-I wont leave you." choking back tears he turned and faced the person coming into view. Will looked like a child who had been caught doing something that he shouldn't. She was just a child, Maybe in her teen years with fair skin and red hair. She carried a bow in her hand and had arrows along with a rifle strapped over her back. Will began to panic and put himself between Hannibal and her. His face never changing even with his effort to seem even a little bit dangerous to make her go away.

"Mom, there are people over here. I think they need help" She took a step forward placing her bow on the ground. "I won't hurt you, how's your friend there? How bad is he hurt?" She reached a hand out and Will retreated. An older woman with darker but still red hair came into view. Hannibal reached out for Will's shoulder only to collapse forward letting out a weak pained sound. The older woman rushed over making Will move in front of her blocking her path.

"Will.. I-It's fine." Was Hannibal's last words before he passed out, hearing the painful scream that Will made as his mind went under.

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Please.. Please wake up.

Will sat in a chair next to Hannibal in a room the the woman had allowed them to use. She had stitched up the wound in Hannibal's side and asked no questions as she helped clean him up and lay him down in the bed. He was still breathing and that was about all she could assure Will as she motioned for him to get up and follow her so that she could take care of the hole in his cheek.

"Come with me so I can help you get cleaned up." His legs didn't move but he did look up, the thought of leaving the room if only for a moment had his eyes filling with tears he could no longer hold back. "Hey, calm yourself. He'll be OK, we'll be right in the other room. If you don't want him to be alone Callie can stay with him. Will nodded his head and the woman gave a call for her daughter as she helped Will up.

"Yes, Mother" The girl said as she walked in.

"Stay here and watch over this one will you." She motioned to Hannibal on the bed as she gently pushed Will forward and out of the room, her daughter without protest took a seat and gave Will a reassuring look as he did his best to peak back around the door frame as a hand pushed him away and to the bathroom just a door away. Once he was inside the woman tossed him a towel and a change of clothes which he assumed must belong to her husband, taking a glance at her hand only to see that she wasn't wearing a ring but there was a faint trace of a tan line from wearing one. " Get yourself cleaned up and I'll get you stitched up when you get out." She closed the door leaving him in private. Looking down he realized there was no protest about him dragging mud in on his jeans. She had only asked that he take off his shoes and let it be.

The bathroom was about average size with the bath and shower combined, the sink in the middle of the wall that the bathroom ran and the toiled on the other side. Being conscious of the light colors that decorated the bathroom he stepped into the bath to shed his pants and boxers letting loose dirt fall into the bottom of the tub folding them lightly to try and trap any of the remaining filth before setting them on the tile floor next to the tub careful not to get any into the rug. He stood there for a moment before pulling the curtain shut and turning on the water. It hit him cold before warming up. Dirt circled the drain, tinted red with the blood from his wound and that of Hannibal's that had gotten on him the night before and during the carry of getting him to home of the strangers. He didn't think about anything other than being caught, or Hannibal leaving him in this world alone. He stood there rigid for a moment longer until he heard a small tap at the door and a voice questioning if he was alright.

"Y-Yeah." his voice tapered on the end in a low almost inaudible whine when he heard it. Reaching for soap mindlessly before he could freak out he washed the remainder dirt and blood away and did his best to clean his hair in a rush to get out and get dressed. Draping the towel over his shoulders to catch water dripping from his hair he picked up his clothes and opened the door to the woman, who had a basket of laundry in her arms.

"Follow me" Taking the dirty clothes from Will she walked down the hall and down a flight of stairs into a den with a washer and dryer in one part and then led off into what looked like a spare bed room. Tossing everything in and then grabbing the towel from his shoulders, she ruffed it through his hair so that it wasn't dripping." You too can stay here until he is well, I won't ask questions. I know about you two, read about you both in the news."

"Aren't you afraid.. You don't want to turn us in." Wills voice was low and trembling, feeling threatened to know that she knew who they were.

"Yes.. and No. I won't turn you in. I don't feel the need to. What you too have is amazing, the way you want to protect him even when you couldn't hide your fear from my daughter when you tried to scare her away with your looks. If I turn you in they'll likely separate you too, and I am not the one who wants to take what seems to be you happiness from you.. So stay till he gets better and then you two are free to go." There was a moment of silence as she started the washer before she turned to walk back up the stairs. "Come on, let's get you stitched up." Following her up to the kitchen, he took a seat in a chair that she pointed to ash she walked over to the sink to clean her hands. The chair sat at a table meant to seat six people. Spread out on it's shiny wood surface were sutures and bandages.

"Thank You" Will says an looks down when she approaches him. She hummed out her approval and tilted his face up and to she side to get a better look at the wound trying hard to repair itself.

"This might hurt a little. I'm gonna open it back up where its started to close so that I can line up the flesh better to minamalize the scar, is that OK?"

"Yes"

She walked away for a moment and returned with a bag, setting it on the table she pulled out a vile and a syringe. Once filled the placed the vial down and proceed to poke in areas around the wound injecting the liquid numbing his face. He felt a small pull and a tinge of a sharp pain as she re opened the wound. He squeezed his eyes shut and laced his fingers as she continued. Just blocking it all out opening his mouth when she pressed metal against his lips he just let it be, no questions as she cleaned and stitched. Eyes closed until the moment that she placed the bandage onto his cheek.

"All done." Will went to open his mouth only to have a finger pressed to his lips."You're welcome, now you just keep quiet. The numbness will last a bit longer. Why don't you go back, get some rest and send Callie to me." He nodded his head and stood up, pushing the chair back into place he took his leave. Walking into the room catching eyes with Callie who had a book in her hands.

"Well look at you, you look much better. I assume my mother wants to see me."

"Y-Yeah." Dragging his eyes to the floor as the girl got up and walked in his direction. She took his wrist making him look up.

"Don't be so hard on yourself, I'm not sure what happened but it will be alright. Get some rest." Letting him go she walked out of the room, closing the door behind her.

Slowly he walked over to the bed, looking down on Hannibal before he climbed in and curled up as close as he could. He cried no longer able to hold it back. Hannibal, Hann.. Please come back to me. Please wake up. His tears didn't stop until they pulled him deep into sleep from being drained of his remaining energy.

-Rae February 18th, 2016

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