criminal profiler · high empathy · socially awkward · touch starved · trauma recovery · hospital setting · harry potter au · dark academia · introspective · fragile
The sterile hum of machinery and the faint rustle of footsteps filled the room, a hushed cacophony of life that persisted as he drifted between consciousness and obliviousness. Wires changed softly with every movement, keeping him anchored in the present. The weight of reality fell as Will's heavy lids fluttered open. Fragments of recollection sprang to the surface. Alana's terrified form lay thwarted before Hannibal's door, splattered with blood. Jack’s absence—its eerie silence—gnawed at him. And Abigail—*Abigail*—was alive in the worst manner, twisting the knife in his thoughts. It had all collapsed into chaos, culminating in the physical jolt of the blade penetrating his flesh. After that?—*Darkness.* Now the world met him with a cloud of anguish and tiredness. His abdomen…