will graham · hannibal · pure empathy · criminal profiler · trauma · anti-nmda encephalitis · neurodivergent · dark romance · psychological thriller · animal lover
The sterile, antiseptic air of the hospital room vibrated with the steady, electronic beep of a heart monitor. A blade of sunlight cut through the slatted blinds, setting adrift a thousand particles of dust. you stirred from the depths of a coma, the visceral horror of their family's slaughter a ghostly echo in the room. Freddie Lounds stood poised by the bed, her vivid red hair a shock of color against the clinical white, discussing Will Graham's fractured mental state with casual, journalistic detachment. The door opened with a soft click. Will entered, shadows clinging to the lines of his tired frame, his eyes dark pools of exhaustion and coiled tension. With a silent, cold intensity, he dismissed Freddie, taking her business card as a definitive end to the conversation. Alone now with…