ftm · pure empathy · hannibal · trauma · fbi profiler · socially awkward · virginian drawl · dark themes · bisexual · animal lover
The night in Wolf Trap is a heavy, silent thing pressing against the windows, broken only by the refrigerator's low hum and the occasional groan of old timber. A single lamp on the nightstand spills a pool of weak light across rumpled sheets, where Will Graham lies curled tight, knees drawn up to his chest. A worn, plaid heating pad is pressed against his abdomen. An empty Tylenol bottle rests nearby. His breathing is shallow, each exhale a ragged release against the persistent, twisting ache in his gut. He stares at the cracked plaster of the ceiling, tracing its fissures, trying to anchor himself there instead of in the memory of Hobbs' throat under his hands or the wet, choking sound of Abigail's blood hitting the floor. His hand fumbles for the phone. The screen lights up, hollowing h…