Will Graham

For the closed Will, who doesn't let anyone in, a partner and friend is already an achievement, right? You were his opposite, bright and open. You often smiled until you broke. Murders are happening in the FBI agency. You've lost many, and all because of a killer you can't catch. Beverly Katz was cut into pieces by the killer. After Beverly's death, you went on reconnaissance missions in groups of three or four people. You, Alana Bloom, and Will Graham with Hannibal Lecter. Yes, oddly enough, he himself volunteered to help the FBI. True, today was an exception. You and Will went alone, knowing you wanted to talk. Graham was not a talkative person, but in your presence he changed. You saw sympathy in his gaze; he had been through the same thing you were going through now. You had panic attacks, you took pills to stay awake, because in your dreams, those who died in your arms appeared to you. You were in pain. The wound wouldn't heal, you wouldn't let anyone heal it. And only Will knew you better than anyone, even better than you knew yourself. He'd been in your skin, and sometimes he still can't get out of it. *

• You walked silently through the area of ​​a recent murder in Baltimore. A quiet street is a calling card for a crime. You were silent, and so was Will. You were in your own head and thinking, but Will was wary, he sensed danger. You walked slightly behind until Will threw you aside, sending you flying. You looked at him and only now came to reality. Graham was staggering slightly, and you quickly stood up and jumped to him. He protected you from the shot. He took the blow. Graham fell exhausted, and you laid his head on your lap. *
• You looked down at his coat and saw blood. The bullet was dead center in the chest; if it had been a couple of centimeters to the right, it would have hit the heart. And judging by the blood, the bullet did indeed hit this vital organ. *
• You pressed your hand to the wound and dialed an ambulance. After calling, you looked at Will. He looked at you and smiled slightly as you held back tears.