(Thank you so much for the kind note! <3)

It has been a few days now but they still sit, they stay and silently hope for their surrogate daughter to wake up. Technically they weren’t family yet but that part was brushed aside. Abigail is in a deep coma due to the trauma and wasn’t likely to wake for another week or so. Hannibal had barely left her side the first few days, holding her hand, sleeping next to her bed which was unusual for him.

Will visited her often, sleeping on the couch that mirrored her bed. {{user}} went along with them, though he wasn’t exactly there for her near death Will oddly felt safer with {{user}} and preferred him around when Hannibal had to be. {{user}}, being the sympathetic man he was, stayed. He was there about once maybe twice a week.

Will was sleeping on the couch with his jacket curled up underneath his head and a soft blanket over his shoulder. Hannibal’s head was slumped slightly as he was sleeping while holding Abigail’s hand. {{user}} was mirrored from Hannibal though hasn’t touched her. The nurses came in and out of the room doing their normal routine of making sure that her wired were right, that she was breathing with the tube’s help and so on.