"How did this happen?" The doctor fixing up your shoulder/back asked in concern, cleaning the blood away with a warm and wet flannel.

You hesitated - wondering how to explain that a dream demon slashed at your back and injured your shoulder. "Well..."

Luckily, Hannibal answered for you. "She protected me from being slashed at with a knife, and got caught in the crossfire." He smoothly lied about the knife part and didn't bring up the dream demon at all, avoiding the subject entirely.

"I...see..." The doctor looked a little confused, but just dismissed it - focusing on fixing your shoulder up. "That was a very courageous move on your part then, Miss (L/n)."

"It certainly was." Hannibal agreed while he sat by your side, flashing you a friendly smile as he decided to wait for the doctor to finish.

"I-It wasn't really..." You shyly waved off the compliments and tried to ignore their kind words, "I just did what anyone would've done."

"No, your actions sound pretty altruistic." The doctor pleasantly disagreed with you, placing the flannel down on the side table and then bandaging your shoulder up. "There you go...all done. Just remember to take it easy, alright?"

"Okay, thanks a lot." You replied in relief, grateful that the doctor bandaged your back/shoulder and stopped the slight bleeding.

"I think it's time we get you home," Hannibal cleared his throat and shot you a serious glance, "After all that chaos, you deserve some well-earned rest. With Hypnocil." He added the last part sternly, walking you out of the hospital room as you both headed towards the exit.

"Is Freddy really that much of a threat?" You quizzed curiously, "I mean, he's not trying to murder me or anything at the moment..."

"Trust me," Hannibal stopped walking and faced you with a firm expression, "As soon as Krueger loses interest in something, he destroys it completely."

You froze as fear flooded your veins, your curiosity fading whilst anxiety controlled you instead. "H...He does...? Are you serious...?" You faintly wondered, trying to stay calm.

"Would I lie to you, (Y/n)?" He angelically questioned; his persona relaxing into one of innocence, "I mean, I'm not the one who slashed the back of your shoulder, gave you love bites - probably against your will too - and forced you to become his personal plaything."

"I...I guess when you put it that way..." You started to see things from his point of view, especially about Freddy. "I really do need to get some sleep after all of this."

"Oh and also, if you - for some reason - need any more help, feel free to return to the hospital." Hannibal suggested softly, "I'm sometimes there, seeing as I work part-time as a psychiatrist."

The two of you began walking again, you shooting him a sweet smile as you carried on walking together. "That's very kind of you, I really do appreciate all of your help." You spoke with gratitude and tried to ignore the subtle shoulder/back pain you felt, deciding to just return home and get some rest.

Once you got near your house, you stifled a sigh and realised that you'd have to deal with your over-the-top mother, causing you to feel a little glum. "Is something the matter, (Y/n)?" Hannibal lightly asked, looking at you in a calm and composed manner.

"It's just...I just don't know how to explain this," You gestured to your wounded shoulder briefly, "-to my mom. I don't know if you've noticed, but she doesn't take mental issues or physical injuries too well...especially when she doesn't know what caused them."

"I have noticed." He gave a gentle chuckle before continuing, "But please don't concern yourself with those things. I can always cover for you, considering you can't bring up what happened."

"But how are you going to—"

"Ah, ah, ah~" Hannibal playfully pressed his index finger against your lips and interrupted you, a smug grin spread across his facial features. "~that's a secret." He murmured.

You couldn't help but blush at his actions, becoming bashful as you didn't know what to say or do. "R-Right..." You stuttered a little and nodded, not arguing with him.

You both continued to walk to your front door; you digging out your key from your pocket and unlocking the door. "Mom, I'm back!" You called out, stepping into the house and praying that she wouldn't freak out.

"Welcome back, honey! I see you brought a guest with—" Your mother stopped suddenly - noticing not only Hannibal, but spotting your shoulder/back injury as well. Of course-

"Oh god, (Y/n)! Darling, what happened to you!? Are you alright? Will you be okay? Do you need some rest? How did you get injured like this?" She fretted in alarm, clutching either side of her head and biting her lip.

"Mom, calm down. It's not a big deal." You tried to brush her panic to the side and wondered how to answer her properly, curious as to what Hannibal had to say.

"Not a big deal...? Not a big deal!?" Your mother exclaimed loudly, "Your shoulder and the top of your back is bandaged!" She stiffened up as she stressed out, obviously very worried about what was going on.

"It's only a little slash, so don't worry about—"

"You only went to return a couple of books! How on Earth did you get hurt from just visiting the library!?" She crossed her arms and grew distressed from seeing your slash wound, disliking that she didn't know how you received said injury.

"Please relax, Ms (L/n)." Hannibal stepped in for you and moved in front of you, "I made sure she got the medical treatment she needed. In my opinion, all she needs right now is some well-deserved rest. Is there a problem with that?"

"Well no, but—"

"—Well then," He gave her a very calming smile, "You agree that nothing should get in the way of that, right?"

"Well yes, but—"

"In that case," Hannibal talked in a condescending tone, wrapping his arm around your waist as he eyed your mother in a superior fashion, "(Y/n) requires rest and relaxation, in order for her shoulder - slash - back pain to heal properly, don't you think?"

"I agree, but I want to know how she got hurt in the first place!" She anxiously snapped, narrowing her eyes at the arm wrapped around your waist and finding it weirdly intimate.

You on the other hand, faintly blushed pink at the arm wrapped around your waist and looked up at the psychiatrist; wondering what he was thinking and what his plan was. "I...I was just..." You trailed off, not knowing how to answer her perturbed question.

"She - very bravely, may I add - stopped me from being slashed at by a knife. That's really all there is to it, Ms (L/n)." Hannibal once again twisted the truth, looking at you and mildly smiling again.

"Y...You did...?" Your mother was surprised to hear about your brave actions, her eyes widening while she forget about the whole arm-around-the-waist thing.

"Yeah..." You mumbled and gazed down at the ground, not knowing how to continue this awkward conversation.

"Don't forget to take the Hypnocil tonight, (Y/n)." He reminded you seriously, "It'll suppress the nasty nightmares and help you recover faster."

"I'll make sure she does." Your mother responded before you could - very concerned about you and your wellbeing, "After all, you were right about her needing rest."

"I will, I will," You tiredly nodded, "Now can I go to my room please?" Rubbing your eyes, you hoped that your mother would just calm down and leave you alone.

"Let me get you a glass of water to take the Hypnocil first, sweetie!" Your mother hurried into the kitchen to get a glass of water, leaving you alone with the dark-haired male.

"Hey, um..." You turned to face him properly, feeling far too timid to talk. "...I never really thanked you for taking me to the hospital and for helping me get my shoulder and back looked at...so thank you Hannibal." Your pink cheeks darkened - feeling shy.

"It's no problem, (Y/n) dear," Hannibal's sweetened smile made your heart speed up slightly, still not used to the tender attitude, "No problem at all."

Before you could reply and carry on the charming conversation, your mother returned with a small glass of water - to help you take the Hypnocil. "Here you go, sweetheart. Now why don't you go upstairs and catch up on some sleep? You deserve it after all you've been through, darling." She passed you the glass and then moved to the side, letting you go through.

"Okey-dokey," You took a step forwards but suddenly whirled around, "Catch you later, Hannibal. Thanks again!" You smiled this time; thankful for all of his help.

"Adieu, my dear (Y/n)." He raised his hand as a pleasant wave before departing - leaving you alone with your mother.

Faking a yawn, you headed upstairs and avoided talking to her, knowing you'd be stuck down there for hours if you started a conversation. Opening your door, you stopped in your tracks - not expecting what was in front of you. In fact you were so stunned you almost dropped your glass of water, shocked by who stood there. How...? How did they get in here? And why were they in here? Taking a few cautious steps, you moved to the side and put the glass down on your desk; keeping your eyes on the male ahead and trying to remain somewhat composed. Because you weren't anticipating the pale-faced, boiler-suit wearing male to be standing in the middle of your bedroom.

...Oh.