Rooms

[call to will graham.]

[Evening. Ring, ring.

( Anger, language, themes of sex and consent. Here there be warnings. )

[Locked to Hannibal L.]

I'm afraid I'm going to miss our appointment this week.

[Public]

I was wondering if there were any [...] therapists or psychologists or anything like that here that would be willing to take on a new patient.

Who: Hannibal
What: Narrative: Learning Will has a new friend.
Where: Baltimore State Hospital for the Criminally Insane.
When: Recent.
Warnings/Rating: Internal creepy?

( It was unfamiliar. )

[Hannibal had visited the BSHCI many times in the past, and so his presence was not questioned. It was not seen as strange, or even inappropriate, for him to visit his former patient. His former patient turned murderer, for that was what Will was believed to be. Jack Crawford believed it. Alana Bloom believed it. The FBI believed it. Will could make his accusations, he could point his finger; the delusional ramblings of a mentally unstable man, nothing more. And Hannibal, Hannibal had only ever tried to help him. Even now.

Visitor's badge clearly displayed, he made his way past the rows and rows of single cells until he reached the only one occupied, at the very end. A rectangular cage. Dehumanizing, he should think. Perhaps that was Dr. Chilton's intention.

When he reached Will's cell, he stopped, hands clasped and folded in front of him.] Hello, Will.

[It had been quite an uneventful day, and Hannibal very much hoped that would change.

Will was here, oh yes, poor, lost Will Graham, whom he intended on paying a visit to very, very soon. Dr. Chilton was markedly absent, after all, and he fully intended on using that to his advantage. But there were other, more... significant absences; Jack Crawford, for example. It would be a rather chaotic time for the FBI, he should think. He was curious as to how those left behind would manage.

Perhaps he should find out.

Ah, but all in good time, for at present Hannibal was expecting a visit from the anonymous potential patient who wished to interview him. He was amenable to such terms. He had given them an address, they had agreed upon a time, and so he was left to wait in his office, patiently, for his or her arrival.]

[Locked to Gwen S]

Is that bed still available?

[Public, as Anon]

I know there are docs around here. Head docs. Are any of you taking new patients?

[After seeing this. Handwritten, in his usual script.]

[locked to will g.]

Hello, Will.

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