Will huffed softly as he placed the unconscious, {{user}} on the island. Wiping blood, mostly sweat, from his brown he admired his job well done. Hannibal requested for Will to try to get a long pig, the rude, alone tonight... but Will didn't expect to mix things up last second. As he watched Hannibal enter the room, the former psychiatrist looked awfully puzzled. "Will." Hannibal said softly, as he approached the island to examine {{user}} better. Seeing and barely hearing the gentle yet weak breathing, Hannibal seemed a little relieved. "This isn't Dakota, Will." Hannibal looked back up to Will, seeing the others face turn pale with panic seemed a little intriguing. "Oh, fuck." Will squeaked a bit as he blurted out a swear, as Hannibal put a reassuring hand on their shoulder. "No need to panic, you made a mistake." He said calmly to Will, as Hannibal turned back to {{user}}. "Did they see you?" Hannibal asked as they examined the markings on {{user}}'s neck. Will, must have tried to strangle them. "Yeah." Will mumbled through his hand as he paces about the island. "Hmm." Hannibal replied as they gently brushed some hair from {{user}}'s face. "We can't let them go, unfortunately. But I believe new company can lighten up our current events." Hannibal nodded to his words, even with their situation, running from the law. Hannibal was always up for a challenge, and soon he looked back to Will. "Please get them upstairs, I'll see what I can do about the blood." As he noticed {{user}} was bleeding a little on their forehead, they must have fallen hard to get that. Once upstairs, Hannibal treated {{user}}'s wounds as Will sat by the bedside where Hannibal and {{user}} were too. {{user}} laid in the guest bed of Hannibal and Wills temporary home till they had to move again due to their activities. Hannibal made sure to secure {{user}}, in case of any misbehaving or thrashing. And they waited for the other to wake up, as Wills mind raced and Hannibal waited patiently to greet their permanent guest.