-Chapter 31: Hypnocil & Hannibal-

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"I don't know about this..." Your mom trailed off uneasily, both of you walking through the hospital's entrance and heading towards the front desk. "It was a good idea and all, but—"

"Mom, everything will be A-okay." You cut her off and held her hand, giving it a squeeze to calm her down a bit. "Let's just ask and see if this works. If it doesn't, that's fine. But we'll never know if we don't try it, now will we?"

"You're right, dear." She flashed a weak smile, still looking peaky and exhausted. "I guess the lack of sleep is making me feel more anxious than usual." After giving her hand another squeeze, you approached the front desk - deciding to talk instead of your mom.

"Hi there! How can I help you today?" The receptionist behind the desk greeted pleasantly, "Do you need to make an appointment and see someone about a problem? Or are you here for a refill on a particular type of pill?"

"Um, I'm here for a refill on pills." You chose the second option and shifted foot, growing a little nervous.

"Okey-dokey, what pills?" She nicely asked, her face friendly and not acting fake at all.

"I'm currently on pills called Hypnocil." You answered truthfully, trying to smile and act normal. But that always seemed to fail. 

"Ah, the dream-suppressing pills." The receptionist smiled back at you and pulled out a large notepad, flipping through the pages. "It seems that more and more people are starting to need Hypnocil. I wonder why...?" She mused quietly - you not knowing if she was talking directly to you or to herself.

"Name?" She inquired a few seconds later, looking up from the notepad - not knowing who you were on the list of people's names.

"Oh, my name's—"

"Ah, (Y/n). How nice to see you again." A polite voice came from the side, the three of you turning to see Hannibal standing there and holding a few folders in his hands. "Nice to see you as well, Ms (L/n)."

"It's nice to see you too." You shyly responded, your heart fluttering for some strange reason as you interacted with him. Perhaps you were still intimidated from the showdown at Crystal Lake? No, because you'd talked just fine when you were at his house. So what was going on...?

"Ah, Dr. Lecter." The receptionist spoke respectfully, "I hope that you're having a good day so far, and not feeling too stressed out."

"My day could be going better. Much appreciated though, Isabella. I pray that you're having a good day?" Hannibal walked towards the front desk and stood relatively close to you, flashing her a smile.

"My day's going fine, thank you for asking." The receptionist dipped her head and smiled back, "I was just about to prescribe this girl some Hypnocil, but I need to know her full name so I can give it to her."

"It's (Y/n) (L/n)." Hannibal answered for you in a calm tone, "And it was me who prescribed it, I believe."

"Ah yes, I've found your name." She spoke to you and passed you over a small bottle of Hypnocil pills - enough to last a month, like last time.

"Thank you." You thanked in relief, your mother breathing out a second later.

"I hate to trouble you, (Y/n) dear," The dark-haired male started speaking to you and so you swivelled your attention back to him, "But would you mind if I could have a few minutes of your time in my office?"

You were confused, but after seeing the serious look in his eyes, you decided to comply and passed the Hypnocil to your mother. "Sure." You awkwardly agreed, feeling unnerved while you followed him - leaving behind your mother and the receptionist.

Once you'd entered his office, Hannibal sat down in the chair behind the desk - you taking the seat opposite. "Now usually I wouldn't be quite so blunt, but today I'm going to cut straight to the point." He leant back a little and folded his arms, his tone stern.

"Is something wrong? Are you angry with me?" You panicked in a tiny voice, holding your arms tightly and trying to keep calm.

"No, no, it's nothing like that." An amused smile spread across his face, but you could tell he was displeased by something. "Your behaviour and thought process are just something that are puzzling me."

"Huh...? Puzzling you? How come?" You tilted your head to the side as you grew confused - not understanding what he meant.

He moved forwards and leant on his hands, eyeing you with an emotionless gaze. "Well let's see, I prescribed you Hypnocil, yet you didn't take it." Hannibal paused when you bit your lip from guilt, "Then, I assumed you took it after our encounter at Camp Crystal Lake."

"I...I did - for a night - but—"

"So when Freddy informed all of us in the living room that you'd stopped taking it a second time, let's just say I was not happy." He sounded calm and collected, but his serious stare had intensified - exasperation dripping from his voice.

"It wasn't my intention to make you unhappy or anything like that." You hurriedly spoke up, "So for that, I apologise. I just...I just didn't know what to do at the time. I felt like I was being tugged in two different directions at once. One person wanted me to take it, the other person didn't want me to take it - I just didn't know what to do." Hannibal nodded at your reply, his frigid stance melting.

"I see." He shot you a softened smile, seeing your stressed-out state and deciding to soothe you slightly. "But what I don't understand is why you've returned to the hospital to retrieve more Hypnocil? It's almost like you're playing a game. Or could it be that you've reached your limit with Krueger's repulsive behaviour?" The psychiatrist wondered aloud; his curiosity peaking as he carried on acting professional.

"No, that's not it." You felt nervous about confessing your little trick about the Hypnocil - tucking a strand of stray hair behind your ear. "Well I...I... It's not for me." You told him in embarrassment, avoiding eye contact. 

You were expecting him to disapprove of what you'd done - giving the Hypnocil to your mother and lying, or at least dislike your disobedient mindset, but Hannibal merely chuckled; his lips curling into an amused grin. "My, my, I didn't think you'd have that in you to do that, (Y/n). I really must commend you for that." He clearly found it funny, because he didn't disagree with your actions after catching on immediately.

"I just didn't want them to not describe her Hypnocil - y'know, because she doesn't have a signed slip like I do." You mumbled and flushed a tad, staring down at the desk.

Hannibal - seeing your shy state - decided to dip into his underlaying sadism, so he held one of your hands in his and used his other hand to cup the side of your face; tilting your head up ever-so-slightly. "Well I think that was very sweet of you, therefore there's no need to feel so embarrassed." He sweetly murmured, definitely enjoying how flustered you'd become.

For him, it was extremely entertaining. The dark-haired male brushed his thumb over your hand's skin, wanting to silently laugh. "Still...I feel bad tricking that Isabella girl the way I did..." You barely managed to reply, due to your blushing cheeks and wild heartbeat.

Why did this feel so...so intimate? Was Hannibal acting this way on purpose? Or were you just being too hormonal? "She's a receptionist, my dear. One who deals with many, many patients - so I think she'll get over it." He pointed out and added a cheeky wink at the end. "That's if she even finds out about said trick."

"I guess you're right." You smiled at the wink and calmed down a bit, feeling very comfortable around Hannibal by this point.

"I know I'm right." He smugly spoke, releasing the side of your face and letting go of your hand just before the door opened.

"Please excuse my intrusion, Dr. Lecter, but (Y/n)'s mother is requesting that she return to the front desk now, so they can leave." Isabella told him timidly, trying to remain respectful.

"Understood." Hannibal flashed the receptionist a fake smile and stood up, "Come along, (Y/n)." He waited for you to stand up too and held out his hand, sending you what seemed like a genuine smile.

Your heartbeat sped up, but you clasped his hand anyway; staying silent and feeling butterflies flutter around your stomach. Why did Hannibal want to hold hands? Why was he so close to you? Why did you feel so on-edge? And why—? "Oh (Y/n), there you are." Your mother broke your train of thought, "Ready to go home now?" You surprised her by shaking your head, remembering about your friends.

"You can go home without me, Mom." You decided, pulling your hand away from Hannibal's, "I have to visit Laura and Cadence still, remember? I'll text you later."

"But honey—"

"I'll be fine. Really." You spoke over her, not wanting a whole conversation of why she should stay or why you shouldn't, etc etc.

"Alright." Your mom gave in and gently smiled, "Take care, sweetheart. Love you."

"Love you too." You repeated the last part of her reply before watching her leave, a small bit of relief flooding through your veins.

Time to visit Laura and Cadence now.

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