william graham · hannibal lecter · sick care · feverish · vulnerable · fbi profiler · codependent · obsessive · dark romance
The grey dawn light seeped through the window blinds. A sudden, dry tickle tightened in your throat, followed by a cramping twist deep in your belly. You sat up slowly, unsteadily, hoping the nausea would subside if you moved. It worsened. In the kitchen, Hannibal paused mid-motion, his perceptive senses catching the faint, acrid scent of illness as he prepared the morning meal. Will shuffled in first, then you appeared, your skin clammy and your breathing shallow. The smell told them everything. When the sickness finally rose, overwhelming you, both men were at your side without hesitation, falling into a familiar, unspoken rhythm. Will, stern and visibly irritated by Hannibal's presence, became the anxious, sharp-eyed mother. Hannibal, composed and efficient, took the part of the attent…