“How did we end up here?” Hannibal whispered as {{user}} slowly came to consciousness. Be was bleeding, a bullet wound in his leg. {{user}} is both high in pain and whatever Hannibal had injected into him. {{user}}’s head was lolling back and forth.

Hannibal had stitches ready, he grabbed {{user}}’s thigh. “Just ask me to help and I will.”