sharp_as_knives | Phoenix Place, Friday afternoon (Reply)

They'd kept Hannibal in the hospital Wednesday night and most of Thursday. The drug had needed to be purged from his system, his arms stitched up (they did a decent if uninspiring job), and enough fluids administered to get his volume back up, and then they had insisted upon observation.

Hannibal had put up with the necessities. Then he had put up with the fussing - his own doctor's, Alana's, and Jack's - for as long as he could.

Then he had firmly informed them that he had both work and personal things to do, and headed home.

The truth was, though, that he had little to do there at the moment. Every muscle ached, and even holding up a book or tablet made his arms sore. Moving too quickly around the kitchen made him dizzy. And he wasn't about to see clients with his voice still hoarse from a bruised larynx.

Not to mention the nightmares - actual nightmares! - while novel, didn't help his sleep or physical state.

So, Friday morning he packed up what things he needed (which took much longer than it should have) and called a car to bring him to the island. The house there was almost completed now; supervising the final stages shouldn't prove too taxing, and if nobody from Baltimore could find him, then they couldn't fuss. At least, not where he could see.

He greeted the contractors, settled into the (thankfully completed) master bedroom, and sighed. Well, at least Will was finding himself at last.

[OOC: Anyone interacting with him, Hannibal is moving a touch gingerly (though doing his best to hide it), not looking terribly well-rested, is hoarse, and has a bruised neck. Also, if he pushes up his sleeves, both wrists look like this.]

[OOC: Open post! Calls, texts, and walk-by visitors all welcome! :) Set just after S2E6, "Mukōzuke". Additional info behind cut.]