I feel fluid, like I’m spilling.

[text] Are you home?

[text] Are you hurt?

[text] What’s happened?

[text] Please text back

[text] Where are you?

[text] Why are you in the hospital?

[text] Why didn’t you tell me sooner?

[text] Come back

[text] Stay with me

[text] I can’t feel my legs

[x]

[sms] 5:25pm - I can try to bring more blankets? 

[sms] 5:26pm - Maybe a snuggie?

[SMS] 9:12pm - Fries too? And drink?

[SMS] 9:14pm - Yes, I was serious. I have and it is bad, but I thought maybe you would like it.

[Sms] 7:56pm - Not regular burger, that is. A big mac is preferred.

[x]

[sms] 5:25pm - I can try to bring more blankets? 

[sms] 5:26pm - Maybe a snuggie?

[sms] 7:15pm - Also, what about thermal clothing? That wouldn;t hurt.

[sms] 8:28pm - I seriously hope I got your size right. I’m pretty good at sizing up people, but if it’s

[sms] 8:29pm - wrong just leave the tags on and I can take them back.

[SMS] 8:41pm - You were serious about Long John Silvers?

[SMS] 8:43pm - I feel sorry for you if you’ve actually eaten their crap at any moment in your poor life.

[x]

[sms] 5:25pm - I can try to bring more blankets? 

[sms] 5:26pm - Maybe a snuggie?

[sms] 6:34pm - I’ll get two or three so you can lay on one and cover up with two.

[sms] 6:35pm - Wonder if I can find a warm pillow too.

[sms] 7:15pm - Also, what about thermal clothing? That wouldn;t hurt.

He purposefully ignored her statement about Hannibal. While he appreciated the poor attempt at flattery, he still felt like a rat in a cage. Although, in contrast to the other interviewers at least she was tolerable. Passing judgement too quickly, however, wasn’t Graham’s style. Besides, behind these bars he felt the farthest from an Agent than he’d felt in a while.

"Word to the wise, Victoria?” He glances again at her badge, lying on her jacket to confirm his memory of her name. “They don’t look or listen. They talk. They accuse,. The former resembling an earlier you if I recall correctly.” He raised his eyebrows and shot a single amused expression in her direction. Probably the only contact they’ve made in the last five minutes.

“They don’t look or listen. They talk. They accuse,. The former resembling an earlier you if I recall correctly.” A sly smile crept onto her lips at his statement, giving into the moment she nodded. “True. Very true.”

“No, breathing and the like does not count. I’ll have to take it up with them. See if we can get you out into the…well…cold air or at least up in the activities room. I hear they might have one. Either that or I can bring things here to keep you busy. You don’t seem like the violent type and when I was glancing at the file..” Her pale hand lifted for a moment to gesture towards the file they had given her and then fell to her lap without a sound. “…I hadn’t seen any acting out moments. No tantrums, or the like. Which is usually what criminally insane people do.”

A giggle leapt past her lips and into the hollow sounding room, leaving behind a faint echo that died out just as quickly as it had begun. She turned her face towards him, eyes trying to make contact. “I actually wondered the same thing when I came in here, but now that I’m in here – I don’t believe I have anything to worry about. However, if you want to prove me wrong you should get your diabolical scheme out of the way before I catch on.” A playful wink and her gaze was back on the gray walls that seemed to be hauntingly empty. “I’m of some value to the stiff suits, but apparently there is no security detail on me yet.”

"Did they write anything about my murders? More than just a simple accusation?" He spoke about them like they were true. They had forced the thought into his head so many times that he'd almost began believing it himself. It wasn't hard to do. Just as simple as believing you're innocent, only no one was telling him that. No one except Victoria.

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[sms] 5:25pm - I can try to bring more blankets? 

[sms] 5:26pm - Maybe a snuggie?