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[guppy_sandhu]

The door bursts open for Guppy and Bruce to bring in Hannibal, drenched in blood in his white shirt.

"Four gunshots, through and through, both sides of his chest. He likely has a bilateral pneumothorax." Guppy says, as they get him on the nearest bed. "Keep some pressure on the wounds, I'm getting the chest drain kit."

[ooc: Standard Lecter warnings for blood, violence, and psychological manipulation, plus medical details. Visiting post will follow.]

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[spit_it_out]

'Not that I saw. I wasn't paying all that much attention to her.'

In, out. In, out. It's easy enough.

He looks at Lecter's face, distaste curling in his stomach.

'Do you know why she did it?'

[cook_the_rude]

"Took break-up badly," Hannibal murmurs, not even opening his eyes. "Thought she was still in my house. I told her not to..."

[guppy_sandhu]

"It's over, Lecter." Guppy says quietly. "Everyone will know the truth by tomorrow."

[spit_it_out]

Bruce has missed all the talk around Lecter, as he's been avoiding the main bar for months. He shoots Guppy an enquiring look, but doesn't stop squeezing the bag of fluids. He knows about it, but has no idea why this would confirm their original suspicions about Lecter - there could be any number of reasons why a woman would want to shoot him.

[cook_the_rude]

"Poor Alana," Lecter manages. "I told her to walk away. She wouldn't leave well alone. That's your truth, Guppy. Thank you for your help. You're doing this very well; excellent emergency surgeon."

[guppy_sandhu]

Guppy watches him. He feels not so much panicked, but strangely light headed, like it's all a bad dream. He's just saved a serial killer. Who's probably going to go on and kill a bunch of other people.

He doesn't know what to say. He goes to wash his hands again, before stuffing them into his pockets so they can't tremble.

"I should go and check on Alana, do you think you could watch him for five to ten minutes?" he asks Bruce. "I don't think he's going anywhere but I can lend you my stun gun if you would feel more comfortable."

[spit_it_out]

He resists the urge to let out a dry laugh, and just shakes his head.

'I don't need a stun gun, thanks. I'll be fine, you go ahead.'

[cook_the_rude]

"I'm sure Dr. Sandhu would rather nothing green and mean happened in the infirmary," Dr. Lecter says. "Thank you for your help, Dr. Banner."

His voice is low and raspy, but he sounds more like himself. With his lungs re-inflating, his capacity for talk seems to return.

[spit_it_out]

His mouth thins to a line, but he's not about to be baited by a cannibalistic serial killer currently shot full of holes.

'I didn't do much,' he says shortly, and retreats to the sink to scrub all the blood off his hands.

[guppy_sandhu]

Guppy returns soon after speaking to Alana.

"I can watch him from here." he says. "Thanks for your help."

[spit_it_out]

'No problem.'

He sends a glance over to Lecter, then nods almost sheepishly at Guppy and diverts his gaze to the floor.

'Leave me a note if you need someone to watch over him, or any help if he goes downhill. I'll be around.'

It's all he says. He's not that proud of having helped save a man like Lecter - but it's the job, and he'd feel worse if they just let the man die.

Still. He ducks out of the place before he can think too strongly about it, and goes to get changed so he can run. It'll help clear his mind.

[guppy_sandhu]

Guppy goes back over to Lecter.

"The waitrats can provide you with food, drink and magazines when you're more awake. If you need more painkillers or to get out of bed, press the call button, and we'll get a second person to help if needed. If you get out of your own accord an alarm will go off in the office for your and my own safety.

"I will be keeping an eye on you overnight either in here or from the monitors inside the office. There is a zero tolerance policy on violence in here. If you threaten or harm me or anyone else in this infirmary I shall arrange with Gene for you to recover in the cells out of earshot of Alana. Clear?"

[cook_the_rude]

"Of course," Lecter says. "I am not at my best, and never use violence here. The place is too valuable. Please spare me your diatribes."

He shuts his eyes again, considering matters closed.