The Beginning
After the fall a few things had gone wrong. A nice couple had found them washed up near the shore and brought them to the hospital. Hannibal had been in a coma for a while, and during that time Will had been attending physical therapy. Apparently falling from a cliff could mess up your legs, who knew? He’d really gotten to know a few of the nurses during his time there. They were all quite sweet and happy to help him. Foreigners ya know. His favorite nurse who’d take him to see Hannibal was Janet.
Ahhh Janet. Sweet, kind, beautiful Janet. She’d taken him to all of his physical therapy sessions and really gotten to know him. Or as much as Will could share that is. After being released from the hospital she’d taken in him and given him a place to stay. Quite nice of her really. He’d stayed with her for a while until Hannibal finally woke his ass up. Once he’d woken up, they both stayed in that little house with Janet. Hannibal liked to bitch about not having enough space for them, but Will liked to remind him of exactly what they could have had.
They had stayed there until they got enough money to rent a little apartment nearby. Of course Hannibal had to bitch about that too. Hannibal was really only content with their lives when…………………………..
“Mr. Graham? Mr. Graham are you feeling alright? You’ve been sitting by the window for a while, I just wanted to come check on you and see if you needed anything.” Maggie looked down at him with a small secretive smile. Her dark hair was pulled into a bun, and she had another patient’s book tucked under her arms.
Will sighed and turned his chair around fully. Looking at her full on he tried to remember when the last nurse had come around. Maybe around noon at lunch? His memory wasn’t as great as it had been when he was 37. Hell even then it wasn’t that great , he thought to himself.
“I’m just fine Maggie, honestly don’t you have something better to do? I’m sure there’s another helpless old man you can bother,” Will smirked.
A good part of his day was bothering her. Honestly this place was boring as hell most of the time. The highlight of his day was dinner, but it was still a few hours away. He could get a more accurate reading, but he hated clocks. The nurses had learned that when he broke every single clock he had in his room. They’d tried to replace it 3 times before Maggie gave up.
“Will, I honestly don’t have any helpless old men I can bother. The rest of our patients here could probably kick my ass in a fight,” Maggie snickered in amusement and looked around. Most of the other patients were milling around and playing chess or a riveting game of hangman.
“You know, it's awfully rude to bother me while I’m trying to have some peace and quiet.” Will grumbled as he started to adjust his chair. Honestly couldn’t they get him a better one? The back wheel on his was broken, and was too annoying to fix. Looking over he saw Bob trying to make Anita understand his word on hangman. It was one of his more fruitless endeavors for sure. Especially since Anita was blind.
“Can you just listen for once Will? You’re one of the only old people here who can calm down Hannibal right now. He’s currently trying to get into the kitchen and I really need him settled for tonight,” Maggie looked at him in a sort of desperation.
Tonight must be incredibly important if Maggie was going to let Hannibal and him be together for even an hour longer than normal. Will looked over Maggie carefully and then focused back on the file. He started to slowly smile as he realized exactly what was happening.