Will Graham doesn't like to be psychoanalyzed. (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} remarkableboy) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} valarlogs,@ 2015-10-15 20:05:00 |
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What: Will's dreams continue to screw him over.
When: Today (October 15).
Where: St. Joseph Hospital.
Rating/Warnings: High / Blood, violence, mentions of attempted murder and cannibalism.
Status: Complete.
The dreams were too normal. Will had said as much to Jonathan on the network, and that he didn't like how that boded. Normal wasn't a luxury when it came to the majority of dreams in Orange County. Will saw it as the calm before the storm.
He isn't wrong. He just isn't prepared for the strength of the storm.
His dreams are a haze. They pick up where he left off - him and Hannibal, sitting in a museum, talking like nothing had ever happened. Then it's a whirlwind. A shot to the shoulder, a shell big enough to leave a hole in Will's shoulder. Hannibal's presence. The fleeting feeling of security and familiarity before nothingness. Hannibal's dinner table. Soup that isn't soup, and Jack Crawford is there too suddenly, and in the numbness and the fog clouding Will's ears, he hears the saw. Maybe he even feels it, but who's to say. What he does feel is when he wakes up - like a person always does when they're about to die in their dreams but they wake up to save themselves. A shock to his body and blood in his eyes, blood everywhere. The haze from his dreams carries over, too, and he can feel the pain behind whatever drugs he'd been subjected to in that other life.
The next thing Will is conscious of is a hospital bed. In an out, the world fades. He wakes up, he passes out, he wakes up, he passes out. The voices of doctors and nurses seem like a distant echo. When he comes to again, his body feels heavy. There are bandages on his shoulder and his head, IVs stuck into his hand, and he's not sure yet if he's scared or merely resigned.