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Burning. That was the only thing Will could feel in his body. Some places of his body hurt more than others. Like his cheek. His cheek really stung, and even as he laid there on something… soft, he couldn’t pinpoint why he felt this way. Or why he was unable to move. It felt like an eternity before he felt something else like the subtle pressing on his chest, only he wanted to scream at that pressure to stop. The motion causing a sharp burning sensation in the back of his throat which seemed to meet his tongue before there was a bright light.
Will Graham jolted up, water and blood spewing from his mouth directly into the cold wet lap of Hannibal. If Will would have known where, or that he was even going to be faced with this situation, he would have turned, but all he could do now was stare forward, blue eyes searching that familiar face as his brain connected the dots. “We survived…”