@deathmerit from here
That wound looks rough, but it's not hitting anything vital. A stab wound, by the looks of it, is steadily bleeding. For a moment, Will entertains the idea of leaving Hannibal here to bleed out entirely. A second later and he realizes the likelihood of that happening is very low.
He releases a sigh, eyes narrowing at Hannibal when he mentions ‘watching’. The idea of watching Hannibal bleed out and doing nothing both thrills and pains him. Thrills him to think of the blood seeping and staining the perfect floor crimson, pains him because despite it all, he does not wish to see Hannibal dead.
“I should leave you here to bleed out on your own.” Will mutters as he crosses the distance between them, swiping up one of Hannibal’s fancy dish towels on the way over that he balls up and very cruelly shoves against the wound without a care for how painful it is.
It is harsh and unforgiving, but it also helps slow the bleeding with the amount of pressure he is apply, even if that blood soaks through the dish towel and coats Will’s fingers red.
“Where is your first aid kit?”















