Of course he did. As if hauling two bloody and mostly dead people around past nosy neighbors and emergency response vehicles is no big deal. He says it with such confidence she could almost relax, even knowing how close he must'a cut it in in places.
"Mm," she hums agreeably, head falling to watch him rummage around. Her little smile widens as he checks for a nonexistent watch. Hannibal is, like, the only person their age who wears one. He'd probably agree with those 'millenials are killing X industry' articles, if she ever turned him onto them.
"A hundred and--" Who counts time like that!? Who? Now she has to do math. Neph's eyes squeeze shut in a grimace, but before she can scrape together the wherewithall to divide twenty four into a hundred and ten, something cool touches against her mouth.
It's just water in one of those cheap glasses cut to look like a whiskey tumbler, but it's cradled between Hannibal's hands. She blinks at him; she'd told him to pour water into her every so often, hadn't she? How many times in the last...five or so days has he lifted her head and tipped water down her throat? Or did the IV handle all that for him?
Neph raises her left hand to curl around his, fingers gripping between his knuckles as she sits up on her elbow and opens her mouth to the water. It's a sour splash in her empty stomach, but it revives her throat along the way.
"Y'know most people'd just say 'five an'a half days'. No wonder I feel all gross," she says after she's drained the last drop. Her thumb taps against the pulse in Hannibal's wrist. Five and a half days is so much time. Anything could've happened. She needs to know about their injuries, what the news has been saying, what they're going to do about their apartment, if Hannibal's been going to class, and a million other things.
She tugs at his hand, urging him to sit down with her. It looks like she's had this bed all to herself (though there's a dent in the pillow next to her, so maybe someone's been curling up on her injured side now and then) but the other's been remade with Hannibal's careful hospital corners. She can't tell how many people have been sleeping there.
"I'm sorry I was out so long. Are you--were things--where's--where's Will?"
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Date: 2017-08-20 06:27 am (UTC)"Mm," she hums agreeably, head falling to watch him rummage around. Her little smile widens as he checks for a nonexistent watch. Hannibal is, like, the only person their age who wears one. He'd probably agree with those 'millenials are killing X industry' articles, if she ever turned him onto them.
"A hundred and--" Who counts time like that!? Who? Now she has to do math. Neph's eyes squeeze shut in a grimace, but before she can scrape together the wherewithall to divide twenty four into a hundred and ten, something cool touches against her mouth.
It's just water in one of those cheap glasses cut to look like a whiskey tumbler, but it's cradled between Hannibal's hands. She blinks at him; she'd told him to pour water into her every so often, hadn't she? How many times in the last...five or so days has he lifted her head and tipped water down her throat? Or did the IV handle all that for him?
Neph raises her left hand to curl around his, fingers gripping between his knuckles as she sits up on her elbow and opens her mouth to the water. It's a sour splash in her empty stomach, but it revives her throat along the way.
"Y'know most people'd just say 'five an'a half days'. No wonder I feel all gross," she says after she's drained the last drop. Her thumb taps against the pulse in Hannibal's wrist. Five and a half days is so much time. Anything could've happened. She needs to know about their injuries, what the news has been saying, what they're going to do about their apartment, if Hannibal's been going to class, and a million other things.
She tugs at his hand, urging him to sit down with her. It looks like she's had this bed all to herself (though there's a dent in the pillow next to her, so maybe someone's been curling up on her injured side now and then) but the other's been remade with Hannibal's careful hospital corners. She can't tell how many people have been sleeping there.
"I'm sorry I was out so long. Are you--were things--where's--where's Will?"