"I think it will be for a while." Hannibal admitted about the scar site. "I can have the compounding pharmacy add a topical numbing agent to the cream that I'll be giving you. It won't take the pain away completely, but it'll ease the burden of being touched or rubbed against."
He retrieved his prescription pad from the inner pocket of his doctor's coat. A crisp white thing that never looked dingy or dirty, because Hannibal changed it as soon as anything got onto it. He didn't like looking unpresentable.
"You may find them, if you wish. They're in the library. If you look hard enough, you can find things on almost everybody there. I might warn you, however, that your opinion of me might be altered by viewing. I don't exactly come off as ... friendly... in them."
Which was an understatement the size of the Grand Canyon. Very few read or watched and interacted with him in the way they had before.
"You may take Advil. I would recommend adding a Tylenol to the rotation to keep any potential fever down. But I was thinking more along the lines of the sort of pain pill that you'd need to get from me. Nothing terribly strong, of course, you aren't in that much pain. But it could help at night to keep you comfortable and if it gets too bad during the day. If you don't wish to have it, you don't need to by any means. I think you're doing fairly well on what you've got. But you will take the antibiotics. If I see you in here again with an infection, I'm going to be displeased with you, Ms Garcia."
He'd not missed that face that she'd made. And he hoped that she was the kind of patient that did what she was told instead of thinking that it would just go away on its own.