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HANNIBAL - 3.04 - APERITIVO

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(Perhaps that's why he needs to be fed to others...)

Frederick Chilton is so slimy like dude might as well just be a snail 😂😂😂

No spine but still somehow entertaining as hell. 😂

#frederick chilton

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Have you noticed something terrible always happens to you and you somehow live?

Perhaps my position has something to do with the 'something terrible' and those I keep within the hospital. I count my blessings for being able to survive my life's tragedies.

(He's a cockroach!)

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.... The hospital had a lot of soothing medications. I can barely function anymore...

"Go ahead, ask me anything."

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"Go ahead, ask me anything."

#ask frederick chilton #ask dr chilton #frederick chilton rp #chilton rp #hannibal rp #nbc hannibal

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When it comes down to it, the reason that science fiction endures is that it is, at its core, an optimistic genre. What it says at the end of the day is that there is a tomorrow, we do go on, we don't extinguish ourselves and leave the planet to the cockroaches. - J. Michael Straczynski

#frederick chilton #frederick chilton rp #frederick is a cockroac

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#Frederick Chilton #Chilton #NBC Hannibal

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My my... it’s been quite a long time since I’ve been here. Perhaps I’m rehabilitated enough to continue conversing once more.

#Frederick Chilton #frederick chilton rp #hannibal rp #nbc hannibal rp #back from hiatus?

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[ Ooc: While on temporary Hiatus, I got the stomach flu... Oh the joy. I'm starting to feel better so hopefully I'll get my muse back and start rping again. Thanks to everyone for being so patient with me ]

#frederick chilton rp #frederick chilton #hannibal rp #nbc hannibal rp #mun got sick #temp hiatus

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[ Ooc: I'm alive, but still on Hiatus. I hope you all understand ]

#frederick chilton rp #frederick chilton #hannibal rp #nbc hannibal rp #chilton rp #hiatus #mental break #work is stressing me out

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[ OOC: Hey friends! Taking a small Hiatus -- not really a Hiatus.. just some time off. I'm going to relax mentally and hopefully my muse will be back in full swing! I'll reply to rps but it'll be slow! Please be patient! ]

#frederick chilton rp #frederick chilton #hannibal rp

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Does that mean you'll up my meds, Doc?

“My patients are criminals locked away for the safety of others. Perhaps you need a Psychiatrist that could help you.”

#Anonymous

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trapped-with-nightmares​:

Bryan furrowed his brow. Dr. Chilton spoke as if his drug use was the main issue. Withdrawals or not, that wasn’t the meat of the issue, now, was it? The hope he had – the breath he held in hopes that someone would believe him – dashed. He couldn’t say he wasn’t disappointed, expectations notwithstanding. On the other hand, the Dr. provided a reason (other than the obvious) that he shouldn’t pursue further usage. It perplexed Bryan, and almost in the same moment he had lost hope, he decided yet again that Dr. Chilton could be his only hope.

This would be a process to get them to believe him. Bryan didn’t like it, in fact he loathed the idea, but staying at the hospital and being able to show them what the thing in his head was capable of was preferable to death row.

He didn’t realize it, but his gaze had wondered. He was staring at his hands, now only having half-listened to what Dr. Chilton had said. He picked at the skin around his cuticles. His attention refocused upon hearing his name again.

Anxious. An understatement. Bryan peered up at the doctor from under his eyelids.

“No. It’s not second sight. They come as they are – mangled, bloody, whatever the case may be. I…I guess they shapeshift. It sort of happens in a flash. Like maybe if I blink too long.” He can’t actually recall seeing the process. One minute he’s chasing a beast, the next it’s a beast with a human suit.

He dropped his gaze again, growing silent for a couple of minutes. All of this? All of his issues were because of his accident – everything. He lost his job, his friends and family. His life. And now? Freedom was ever fleeting – a thing that too easily slips through clumsy fingers.

“I used to be an underwater welder. Was always really careful but…I guess things just happen. My glass in my helmet cracks and mind you, I’m already about ten minutes under the water. I take on water and it just keeps rushing and rushing and rushing,” he gestured rapidly with his hands pulled towards himself, “I can hold my breath for about nine minutes, give or take, and trying to pull my own weight? Well, it took a little more than I had breath in my lungs for them to pull me out. I was technically dead, I think. I know they had to resuscitate me. But I never woke up.”

Bryan leaned back in his seat finally to look at the doctor. “I was in a coma for three months. I think this thing was showing me what it was capable of because it was nonstop nightmare after nightmare –” Even now to remember those nightmares made him feel helpless. Frightened. Exhausted.

“I get home after it all and that same night is when everything changed.” Bryan scoffed and it was barely audible, his head shaking slowly. An uncomfortable tightness in his throat appeared and he tried to swallow it away. He cleared his throat as best as he could, but there were no promises his body could make. “A few weeks ago, uhm – I spent a lot of time secluding myself and that meant I kept my parents away. You know, to protect them from all this…”

God, his eyes were so tired and dry; it didn’t stop the tears that pricked behind blackened eyelids. “They were killed by a drunk driver. They died believing I hated them.” Bitterness and regret clung to his words and he felt their ache in his chest. A man who had lost everything already, why not his very life as well?

It might have been the complete meat of the issue, but it sure had a lot to do with his body not properly functioning and perhaps getting worse. It was hindering him, and becoming toxic to his mind and body. While he often didn't seem to have an empathetic tinge in his body, he still did care about his patients. This one was very ill, very lost and would be difficult to bring back to reality, if at all.

There was a curiosity about Bryan as well, he didn't believe he had the ability to see the monsters as something other than a manifestation of his own being. He nodded. Wanting to hear further what the other said, now he moved along to when it had first started, perfect. Frederick could be a vault with personal information if the subject themselves proved interesting, and Bryan had checked all the boxes.

Being in a coma was definitely something that physically and mentally took a toll on a person, little did most people know, your body begins to deteriorate the longer it's within a comatose state. Three months is a very long time, body mass wastes away as well as other parts of the body. He listened to him, he was sure that the doctors taking care of him during this time were cautious and monitored him, but he would have to run his own tests, mostly of the brain.

"Do you believe in fate, Bryan? As in, do you believe fate had caused what happened to you, to happen? As if some force, had chosen you." It was a simple question, he didn't know Bryan's faith, he was an atheist himself, but he would expect others to be forward if they were spiritual. "Unfortunate events tend to happen to us during the worse times. Feeling unable to control the nightmares, the monsters, I'm sure it makes you feel regret for your parents never knowing."

Pausing, he could tell the other had suffered a lot. "I would like to run a few tests on you." He said, of course he was going to. "I would like to run a CT scan, and an MRI to make sure the drugs and sleep deprivation haven't harmed you, as well as to make sure your past comatose state didn't effect you as well." He paused. "I know this isn't easy, but I would also like to do a sleep study, a few nights of it."

Frederick kept his mental notes. "Are you willing to allow these tests, even if it means that you have zero control if the monsters escape?"

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Laymen's terms: people want to fuck you yo

“That’s disgusting language.”

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“i’m right where you left me.” ↳ a frederick chilton/will graham fic by ☾ thatviciousvixen ☽ on ao3 ( @that-vicious-vixen )

frederick looked over, lips pressed together tight. he didn’t worry about things like mattresses or tv or the weather much any more. everything hurt regardless.

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Well... Admit it, you ARE very bone-able

“Bone-able... bone-able... hmm.. I have the same amount of bones as most human beings. Perhaps you should be a little more clear with what you’re trying to convey.”

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