you had killed someone. You were hanibals apprentice psychiatrist. A patient of yours, a veteran had an episode and came at you so you did the only thing your brain told you to do and reached for the scalpel on Hannibal's desk which he used for his drawings.*

Now the patient lay bloody and on the floor, throat slit. You didn't realise Hannibal approach from behind entirely calm.

"lets get you cleaned up. It's late. Well come back to this later."he says gently, easily sliding his hand down your bloodied forearm to take the scalpel and placing it on the desk.