sharp_as_knives | Hannibal's house (which he and Jono are glad to be back to), Sunday morning

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Hannibal's house (which he and Jono are glad to be back to), Sunday morning

After the last few hectic days, Hannibal slept in (and made sure Jono did his best to do the same), then took the time to make himself a proper, involved breakfast. Grapefruit, crepes, thick-cut bacon, and his best coffee.

And strawberries. Because Jono hadn't had a wonderful weekend, either.

He was going to take his time just to enjoy everything in quiet now for a while.

[OOC: Open post! Feel free to drop by for breakfast or afterward!]

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//I... oh.// Well, Jono wasn't about to argue or complain. It sounded... nice. And, yes, like a very Hannibal wedding. //Right, so finger food and the meal. And then the cake. Any other dessert, or have we gotten that far yet?//

"We haven't," Hannibal answered. "Generally a few smaller things - perhaps a fruit or gelato that will complement the cake. As with the main course and side dishes, the cake should be the star, but there will be accompaniments."

He reached in to carefully shift the rib back where it belonged. "I'll be drilling into the bones to wire them into place. You won't feel it, but the noise may be unpleasant."

//... Well, that sounds like a good time,// Jono muttered, wrinkling his nose. //Probably ought to stop talking about food before I hear that, or I'll come to associate gelato with bone drills.//

Not a great combination. Two great tastes that did not go great together.

Unless you were Hannibal, he supposed.

"That should be gelatin rather than gelato," Hannibal quipped. He checked that the drill was as sterile as he could make it (the bodies he used it on generally already dead), and carefully drilled into each side of the bone.

//And thank you, I'm never eating gelatin again.//

... Well. Duh.

//Haven't decided if this is weird, or just horrible,// he added. //I suspect I will be feeling this later?//

"The incisions and shifting of muscle, more than the bones," Hannibal said. "You'll still need to take it easy, and you may need more painkillers from time to time."

He cleaned up and threaded the wire through the holes. "And if you heal these ribs on your own later, you'll have to decide whether to form bone over the wires or eject them, but we'll come to that later."

//There's a decision I'm not particularly looking forward to making,// Jono muttered. //But I suppose we'll get to that when we get to it.//

Provided he didn't do something stupid again before then.

//Thank you for this, by the way,// he added, glancing down through his flames at the tools Hannibal was using. He... didn't want to speculate what Hannibal had a drill like that for. He didn't imagine Hannibal actually did much home surgery these days. //This beats the clinic by far. Or trying to hunt down a healer. Not that I don't know more than my fair share, but still...//

It was best not to ask, really.

"But healers hold their own complications," Hannibal noted. He smiled as he checked his work and moved to the next bad break. "And if you're going to be worked on by a surgeon, I would prefer to know it's being done correctly."

Not to mention he was slightly possessive.

Just a bit.

The tiniest bit, yes. Jono didn't seem to mind all that much. His track record with hospitals was... bad.

//That's the preference all around, I think,// he replied, closing his eyes and settling his cheek against the tabletop again. //I trust you'll do a good job. I'm just going to be insufferable otherwise.//

Moreso than usual.

Hannibal chuckled. "I will do my very best, of course. But I expect you'll be insufferable anyway."

//Well, how else will you know I'm still alive?//

It was much easier than trying to check his vitals, wasn't it?

Since he sort of didn't have any?

"That was not a complaint, only an observation."

The drill came out again for the next rib. "These should be the only wires needed; I'll manipulate the rest into place, and your bandages will hold them. Fortunately we don't need to worry about your breathing."

//Oh, believe me, I know how lucky I am that breathing isn't something I need to worry about,// Jono noted. //Ignoring everything else for a moment, what are the odds that I wouldn't have survived the broken ribs, anyway?//

High. Those odds were high. The butlers had clearly been attacking with intent back there, and if ever there was a next time, he was going to be decidedly less hesitant to use lethal force. He was already kicking himself for it over the weekend's events. They could have all gotten killed.

... They could have mostly gotten killed. Except for him. He would have remained alive and well, to be well aware that he'd gotten everyone killed.

"It would depend upon how quickly you'd gotten medical attention," Hannibal said. "They certainly knew what they were about."

He started threading the wires. "Did you know," he said with no small amount of satisfaction, "that I wounded one of them rather well?"

//Is that so?// Jono was glancing back again, sort of, a look of interest in his eye. //Well, there's a story you'll have to tell me, right there. Th'best I managed was giving my two some nasty headaches.//

In fairness, they were really nasty headaches.

"A scalpel to the back of the hand," Hannibal said. "Severing at least one ligament and a good number of muscles. She wasn't pleased."

Which explained his own injuries after.

He finished the wiring and set about manipulating the other fractures.

//Bloody hell,// Jono murmured, though there was a pleased note in there all the same. //No wonder she laid you flat back there. Maybe she would've let you off easy if you hadn't cut her open so wide.//

A beat.

//That said, she probably had it coming.//

Had Jono mentioned he wasn't a big fan of the butlers? Could he emphasize that a little more?

"Seeing as she was planning on killing me, yes," Hannibal agreed. He felt along that bone and set the other break, then moved to the smaller ones.

//I'm still amazed we all made it out alive, you know. Barely, granted, but... alive. It was dumb bloody luck they changed their minds. I should've at least given people a chance to turn back before I stalked through that gate.//

Should have could have...

Of course, he didn't figure most of them would have taken him up on that offer. It was one hell of a gamble, with so many students in tow.

"And how many would have?" Hannibal asked. It was their decision, Jono; no guilt.

One more break...there. He started cleaning and sewing.

"It would have been good had they changed their minds a few minutes faster, granted."

//If there's ever a next time, I'll just start screaming my head off like a bloody lunatic before they even throw a punch,// Jono muttered. //It's bailed me out of a few tight spots before.//

He just had to be careful who it was he was screaming at. It wouldn't exactly be helpful if he went and scattered the brains of the people he was meant to be fighting with, or saving, would it?

"Not a bad defense mechanism," Hannibal said. "And it would keep you out of reach as well."

//And as an added bonus, it's something I can do whether I'm like this, or big and blue. Not that I'm planning on ever being big and blue again. But life happens.//

Screaming was a great power to choose, okay?

//Staying out of reach is my new favourite strategy. And considering all this, maybe I'll actually remember it next time.//

"Please do." Hannibal was almost finished stitching now, and keeping a careful eye on Jono; screaming might be a good defense mechanism, but he'd rather not hear any just at the moment.

//Then I will,// Jono muttered, turning his head the other way so that he could get some of that cool table action going on with his other cheek. //Next time something wants to kill me, I'll scream at it.//

There. Good plan. Great plan.

He was closing his eyes tight again and just sort of half-trying to drift. The discomfort was starting to give way into a dull ache again, which he suspected wasn't going to remain quite so dull for long.

//How much more have you got t'do?//

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