Hannibal Lecter, visiting post

[guppy_sandhu]

If anyone wants to see Lecter, the opportunity is there.

He has tubes all over the place, and a sensor alarm in the bed that alerts medical staff should he try to bugger off or jump up at anyone, so you're probably quite safe.

[ooc: Standard Lecter warnings for blood, violence, and psychological manipulation, plus medical details.
Guppy will be keeping an eye on him for the first 48 hours or so, but feel free to have visiting medics come in to relieve him.]

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[cook_the_rude]

When Hannibal wakes up at some unspecified time in the morning, he will smile a little to see that his relentless watchers have been offset by a comfortably sleeping white cat.

[mogget_cat]

It sleeps very peacefully, despite infirmary sheets and blankets not being the most comfortable in the multiverse.

Eventually, the cat stirs. Languidly, it twists over onto its back and streeeeeeeetches, all four paws skyward, each tipped with curved, ivory-colored claws, and gives a mighty yawn, showing white, needle-like teeth.

So perhaps the relentless watchers have been joined by a watcher of a different sort. Yrael doesn't appreciate people hurting his friends.

[cook_the_rude]

Hannibal opens his eyes and looks at the cat stretching.

"Good morning, my friend," he says quietly.

[mogget_cat]

"Your breathing has improved much already," murmurs the cat, twisting over to look at him. "Good morning, Dr. Lecter."

[cook_the_rude]

"My lungs are re-inflating," Dr. Lecter says. "She shot holes in them."

[mogget_cat]

The cat rests its chin on the doctor's ankle. "Why ever would she do that?"

[cook_the_rude]

"She was very angry at me," Dr. Lecter says, "and most likely wanted to shoot me dead."

[mogget_cat]

"It was a decent grouping," Yrael nods, all but one of the bullets having found the intended chest. It shows practice. "About what was she angry?"

[cook_the_rude]

"We had an affair," Dr. Lecter says, "but my long-term plans did not include her."

[mogget_cat]

"When hurt, especially by what one perceives as betrayal, the urge to hurt in return is... understandable," answers the not'cat, green gaze upon the doctor.

[cook_the_rude]

"Yes," Hannibal says, simply. "I don't really blame her; I should have factored in the possibility that her anger would take physical shape."

[mogget_cat]

"People will surprise you," Yrael murmurs, adding, "Occasionally. And Milliways has a reputation for causing complications through its unexpected appearances."

"How long are you to be in here?" He has no doubts of Hannibal's recovery.

[cook_the_rude]

"Yes, it brought her rather in the middle of things," Hannibal says. "About ten minutes before I've come in this time."