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Title: Tell Him
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham
Fandom: Hannibal
Rating: PG-13
Table: Personal Challenge, 1drabble
Prompt: 22, Recovery
Author's Note: This is the first fic of a personal writing challenge I've given myself. I intend to write a 25-drabble Will/Hannibal story, using all of the prompts from 1drabble.The muses are primed & ready to go!
Disclaimer: This is entirely a product of my own imagination, and I make no profit from it. I do not own the lovely Hannibal Lecter or Will Graham, unfortunately, just borrowing them for a while. Please do not sue.


Hannibal studied the x-rays in front of him, steepling his fingers under his chin. He'd been looking at them for quite a while now, but he knew that they weren't going to change. The evidence was there in front of him, in black and white, irrefutable.

Will's encephalitis was getting worse.

Was he going to break down and tell the young man what was wrong with him, or was he going to keep letting Will get worse until the condition was incurable? He was torn in two different directions, both of them with their pros and cons.

If he let Will know what was happening, then the younger man might guess that he'd known about this condition all along, and their budding relationship would be irrevocably destroyed. But if he chose honesty, that was the risk he would have to take.

On the other hand, if he wasn't honest with Will about his condition, then he could end up losing Will to some sort of quick and unexpected death. He didn't want that.

Will would depart this life when Hannibal wanted him to. Not before.

No, he wanted to keep Will by his side. Though he hadn't expected it to happen, he'd grown fond of the young man, in ways that he'd never thought he would. He wanted to guide Will along the road to recovery more than he wanted to study him as a subject.

For some reason, he didn't want to lose Will. Was it because of the intimacy they shared? He had never felt this way about anyone else he'd chosen to take into his bed -- but, of course, Will had survived for much longer in that position than anyone else had.

Was hs in love with Will? Of course not. The idea was absurd.

But Will was special. He couldn't deny that. The young man meant much more to him than he wanted to admit. Will was more than a patient, more than a lover.

Whatever it was that drew him so inexorably towards Will, he couldn't put a name to it. But he knew that he would have to tell his young lover what was wrong with him -- and he would have to do it soon, before things progressed to another level.

That was referring to both their relationship and Will's medical condition, he thought with a sigh, closing his eyes and leaning back in his chair. He would have to guide Will towards recovery in his own way. But there was no denying that it would have to be done.

He wouldn't lose Will. Not until it was time to dispatch him.

Opening his eyes, he took a deep breath and stood up, gathering the x-rays together and neatly filing them away in one of the desk drawers. Yes, he would have to tell Will about his condition, sooner rather than later. It would remain to be seen just what form his recovery would take.