Changes Part 1
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G through L › Hannibal
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,846
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Hannibal/Will created and owned by Thomas Harris. This is a fanfiction done for pleasure & not profit. Please don't use/reproduce my stories without my permission or giving me credit.
Changes Part1
A retelling of Will's dementia and lost time from season one of Hannibal. In this version, he doesn't have encephalitis. He started losing time and hallucinating because of Hannibal switched his aspirins for a cocktail of female hormones and hallucinogenics. Dr. Sutcliffe is replaced by my oc Dr Sutler, a made-up endocrinologist who went to school with Hannibal.
There was a softness to him, a curve to his waist and thigh that made him look almost defenseless. He lacked the edged definition of male angles.
“What did you find?” Hannibal asked the other doctor. Doctor Sutler frowned in response.
“His blood tests show almost no evidence of testosterone,” he began, “He’s been complaining of recent lack of physical strength, of feeling over-emotional. Not surprising considering the cocktail of female hormones in him.
I examined him like you asked. He didn’t even question when I asked him to disrobe. Because – I suppose – you recommended me. He trusts you a lot.”
Hannibal smirked. “Go on.”
“His body’s changing. Considerable loss of muscle mass. Body fat redistribution. Increased nipple sensitivity judging from the way he jumped off the table when I accidentally brushed against one of them. Is he on HRT?”
Hannibal gave a slow, measuring glance to Sutler, one of the most intelligent and amoral of his acquaintances left over from his days as a medical student.
“Not that he knows of,” Hannibal rumbled.
They watched Will, now fully dressed, fumble in his pocket for his ever-present bottle of aspirins. Or what he thought were aspirins. He swallowed two dry, mouth working like a little girl’s at the taste. His male clothes already hung strangely on his changing body.
Sutler bite his lip, eyes alight with fascination.
“Hannibal,” he said and his tone was one of avid curiosity, “you old devil.”
To Be Continued.....
Hannibal and Doctor Sutler watched Will dress through the observation window. A slim young man with haunted eyes and a physique that seemed curiously pubescent for a grown man. His muscles seemed to lack definition.
There was a softness to him, a curve to his waist and thigh that made him look almost defenseless. He lacked the edged definition of male angles.
“What did you find?” Hannibal asked the other doctor. Doctor Sutler frowned in response.
“His blood tests show almost no evidence of testosterone,” he began, “He’s been complaining of recent lack of physical strength, of feeling over-emotional. Not surprising considering the cocktail of female hormones in him.
I examined him like you asked. He didn’t even question when I asked him to disrobe. Because – I suppose – you recommended me. He trusts you a lot.”
Hannibal smirked. “Go on.”
“His body’s changing. Considerable loss of muscle mass. Body fat redistribution. Increased nipple sensitivity judging from the way he jumped off the table when I accidentally brushed against one of them. Is he on HRT?”
Hannibal gave a slow, measuring glance to Sutler, one of the most intelligent and amoral of his acquaintances left over from his days as a medical student.
“Not that he knows of,” Hannibal rumbled.
They watched Will, now fully dressed, fumble in his pocket for his ever-present bottle of aspirins. Or what he thought were aspirins. He swallowed two dry, mouth working like a little girl’s at the taste. His male clothes already hung strangely on his changing body.
Sutler bite his lip, eyes alight with fascination.
“Hannibal,” he said and his tone was one of avid curiosity, “you old devil.”
To Be Continued.....