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Title: Turn It Back Around
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham
Fandom: Hannibal
Rating: PG-13
Table: 1drabble
Prompt: 23, Defeat
Author's Note: Sequel to "Brass Ring."
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.


Being in the hospital wasn't making him feel any better.

Will sighed, lying back against his pillows and staring up at the ceiling. He knew that he had to be here. He had no choice in the matter. He couldn't go home yet.

His home was too far out in the middle of nowhere if he needed help. And he wasn't going to deal with having some stranger meant to provide home health care living in his home, even temporarily. No, when he left here, it would be for good, under his own steam.

He couldn't manage that yet, and he knew it. He didn't have to relearn how to walk, thankfully, but he still had to spend some time mending under hospital care.

He could have died. He was lucky that he hadn't lost any vital organs.

Things could so easily be much worse than they were. He could have suffered a complete and total defeat -- he could have lost his life at Hannibal's hands.

WIll sighed, closing his eyes. He was lucky to be alive, and he knew it. And somewhere out there, Hannibal was more than likely planning to pop up in his life again when he least expected it, plotting his demise. After all, he was a witness. He had to be eliminated.

Though really, there were far too many people who now knew what he was for Hannibal to get rid of them all. Or were there? That thought made Will wince.

Hannibal had already killed so many people -- what would more be to him? He didn't care about human life; he wouldn't care how many lives he ended.

In a way, that hurt. He had thought that Hannibal was his friend at one time, that he'd finally found someone who could understand him, or at least someone who cared enough to want that kind of understanding. But he had been wrong, so wrong.

They'd never had a friendship. There had only been Hannibal using him, manipulating him, and planning his death. Nothing more than that.

There had only been defeat for him. It had been inevitable.

Defeat at finding a friend, defeat at trying to reach out to someone he'd mistakenly thought might prove to be someone he could count on and trust.

But he wouldn't be defeated a second time, Will told himself firmly. He would get through this, and he would use it as a life lesson. He had been so right not to trust people before, not to let them too close. He wouldn't do so again.

He would turn that defeat around. He would move on, and he would be stronger for having to deal with all that had happened to him.

And when Hannibal showed up again, this time, he would be prepared.