"Count them." Hannibal said gingerly as he readied a big pair of pliers.

"No! Get away from me!" Will screamed as he pulled as far away from Hannibal's strong grasp as he could. The medical chair he was hooked up in made it at least 42% harder to struggle away from him than he previously thought.

Hannibal grabbed Will's throat, making him cough wildly, "Will. Count them." He snarled as he moved the pliers and grabbed a tooth.

Will cried out and tried to close his mouth, but whatever Hannibal had given him had made his mouth relax to an unworkable state.

There was a sharp pain and short, loud, sound that sounded like a watermelon being pried from quicksand. Will wailed loudly as cold air rushed to fill in his now empty gum.

Hannibal semi-throttled him with the hand on his throat and shouted "COUNT!"

Will whimpered out "One…" before the cold pliers found the tooth beside his empty gum and pried it out.

Will was sniffling with tears running down his face as Hannibal shouted something again at him.

Will looked up at him with blood dripping down his chin. Hannibal loosened his grip and he almost thought he was going to let him go, but, Hannibal leaned down and pulled him into a weird sort of kiss

He was licking the blood from Will's open mouth, making light moaning sounds as he did so. It was almost nice, almost intimate. Then the hand returned to Will's throat and he asked him to count again.

Will stared at him dumbfounded. Hannibal let his hand connect with Will's cheek making a loud smack.

"Two!" He choked out. If he didn't have bindings on his arms and legs he might have done something drastic at that point.

Finally his mind seemed to shut down from the pain as another tooth left its home to be placed in a plastic container. Will's vision became fuzzy and his hearing grew nonexistent.

He woke up in a pain acute to a bulldozer driving over each tiny groove in his remaining teeth. His gums felt like sacks of sugar, pressing down on each tiny switch inside his mouth and sending spasms of pain up his jawline.

Will groaned out loudly as he sat up in his bed.

"Ah, Will. So you are awake." Hannibal's voice lifted itself from the kitchen.

"Huh? What are you? Why do my teeth hurt?" It took most of his energy to work that sentence out.

"You came home from your wisdom teeth surgery and they expected a caretaker. I appointed myself for the job."

"It hurts. It feels like all my teeth were taken out, I think-"

"It feels that way at the very beginning, might even feel like some of them aren't there but that's just the amount of drugs you had to go under." Hannibal moved over to him and rubbed the hair out of his face.

Will sat up and looked himself over. He had no memory of being in a hospital. No memory of having a wisdom teeth surgery.

"I- I think you did this." Will said as he looked at the marks on his arms.

"What?" Hannibal asked in confusion.

"You- I had a dream or, or glimpses of you doing this. You pulled them out you-"

Hannibal shook his head when he finally realized what Will was saying, "Those drugs can make you hallucinate the most tragic things Will. I would never do something like this to you, believe me."

Will did believe him to an extent. But the dream felt so real, it all felt so real.

"Get some rest Will. It will probably take a week for you to recover from your surgery."

Will let Hannibal push him back down onto the bed, under the covers and watched him walk away, the soft feeling of regret dwindling. He was okay, Hannibal was one of the sanest men he knew, that anybody knew. He was in good hands.

With that thought fresh in his mind he fell away into sleep.