"Too competent," Nick agreed. "That's the problem."

He reached his good arm up to straighten his shades on his face, partly just making sure that they were still there. Of course they were. Hannibal wasn't unconscious on the floor.

"Can't let myself be out of my own damn head at a mainland hospital. I'd leave worse off than I came in, they'd fucking... vivisect me or something. That'd be fun."