"Hours are important. Medically." Is all he'll say. He doesn't mention that he methodically adjusted her, every two hours, as protocol dictates for comatose patients. Doesn't tell her he actually had to look up a few details because it's actually nurses who would be working long term care floors, not medical doctors. Doesn't mention that Will, after the third time Hannibal got up that second night to adjust Neph, gave Hannibal the most unreadably distressed look he'd gotten since the warehouse.
He just watches Neph hook moving, living fingers against his hand and basks in this, right now. He sits down when she taps at the bed, moving the emptied glass to sit back on the nightstand while barely glancing at it.
"...Will." He's not offended. It's thrilling, actually, that she's asking after him so immediately. Will had explained those moments in detail for Hannibal, in the days between the warehouse and now. How Neph had jumped in front of him, in front of a bullet. The tension and brevity of such a deciding moment.
So maybe he shouldn't even be surprised, that she's asking after him so quickly. He keeps a hold on her hand, settling in next to her, sitting up as far up the bed as he can without sitting on the pillows. "Did you think he would have left? He did promise."
Hannibal allows a pause, but he does continue without needing to be needled: "He's gone for a walk. His stamina is not quite where it was, he should be back--" His wrist tips up.
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Date: 2017-08-21 02:47 am (UTC)He just watches Neph hook moving, living fingers against his hand and basks in this, right now. He sits down when she taps at the bed, moving the emptied glass to sit back on the nightstand while barely glancing at it.
"...Will." He's not offended. It's thrilling, actually, that she's asking after him so immediately. Will had explained those moments in detail for Hannibal, in the days between the warehouse and now. How Neph had jumped in front of him, in front of a bullet. The tension and brevity of such a deciding moment.
So maybe he shouldn't even be surprised, that she's asking after him so quickly. He keeps a hold on her hand, settling in next to her, sitting up as far up the bed as he can without sitting on the pillows. "Did you think he would have left? He did promise."
Hannibal allows a pause, but he does continue without needing to be needled: "He's gone for a walk. His stamina is not quite where it was, he should be back--" His wrist tips up.
No watch. Ah, right. "...Soon."