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Despite Will getting used to some of the social scenes Hannibal took him to, he still felt out of place in these situations. It was normal for him to watch Hannibal embrace his aristocratic lifestyle. They each had their interests, Will preferred to be at home with a book by their fire with two of their dogs at his feet. Whereas Hannibal was a social butterfly, happy to be hosting parties as well as attending them. Hannibal had mentioned to Will once they found their footing that keeping appearances was important for both of them. In other words it meant Will had to fake it to make it.
It was another one of those socialite parties they attended that Will was happy observing from a distance where no one would notice him apart from Hannibal. The only people who interacted with him were the service staff, who occasionally topped up his champagne. Two hours had passed after finishing his third glass, he began to feel a little bit lightheaded. He was used to drinking so feeling this drunk wasn’t familiar to him.
Deciding fresh air would do him some good, he went out onto the balcony. The champagne must’ve been stronger than he thought. Taking a few deep breaths to clear his head, which felt clouded. Will felt unsettled. He didn’t remember how, but all of a sudden, he was stumbling across the lavish garden, head still spinning at 100km per minute, he didn’t feel good at all.
Someone was talking to him, was it the waiter?
Will felt an arm wrap around his waist, and he stumbled along, it was quiet at least and the next thing Will was aware of mentally, was lying on his back staring up at the night sky. He didn’t recognise who was standing over him as the darkness covered his face but he started to unbuckle his pants. His heart raced in his chest, alarm bells going off but he had no control of his body, it was as if he was standing outside of it. Will was going to be assaulted by a complete stranger and he had no control.
Fortunately, he heard someone call out his fake name, “Matteo!” The assailant ran off in the other direction, leaving Will on his own.
Will’s vision became clouded, he hoped before he passed out that Hannibal found him in time.
Hannibal happily discussed with a group of wealthy socialites, topics like, whether Joseph Haydn was a better composer than Mozart, that by the time he looked up to see how Will was going on his own, he wasn’t in his line of sight. Will probably wandered off, needing some fresh air. “If you’ll excuse me, I must go check on my husband, Matteo.”
The people he was ‘mingling’ with, as Will would point out, smiled and praised how good of a husband Hannibal was.
Hannibal couldn’t find Will anywhere inside the two-story modern mansion. Although it seemed Will had wandered off, Hannibal wasn’t worried. Will could take care of himself. He most likely went out for a walk in the host's garden, from where he stood on the glass balcony, which looked over 3 hectares long. The garden itself sloped downwards and spread out.
“Matteo,” Hannibal called. It was a beautiful garden with a hedged maze off the side. Perhaps he was in there. It was very quiet, with only the slightest breeze. Hannibal rounded a corner, “Matteo, it’s me where are you?” He stopped dead in his tracks. Will was flat out on his back, unconscious, but the worst thing about the situation was that he was exposed. His suit pants were down around his calves, and fortunately, his underwear was still secured upon his hips.
Hannibal rushed forward, checking for a pulse, which was weak but still a good sign. Hannibal tried to rouse Will but to no avail.
He lifted up the brunette and carried him to their car. He would have to apologise profusely to the hosts for his rude behaviour, but Will was his top priority, and since he was unresponsive, it meant that he had likely been drugged. He didn’t know what with, but with the way Will was found, he had a guess that it was a form of Rohypnol.
Will had been given an IV drip to flush out the toxins. Hannibal was furious. Who would dare be so bold as to give Will a date rape drug? He sat on the edge of the bed next to Will, his hand tenderly running his fingers through the brunette's curls.
“It’s okay, Will. I’m right here.” He pressed a tender kiss on Will's forehead. It was cold, so he made sure to tuck the brunette in and add an extra layer of blankets.
Will came out of unconsciousness, a brief moment of panic as he wasn’t sure where he was, he recognised the Claude Monet painting he bought with Hannibal at an auction on the wall across from the bed. He was in their bedroom.
Hannibal was by his side, holding his hand and greeted him. Will smiled, “hey”
Hannibal smiled back, “welcome back”
Will attempted to sit up in bed before realising he had something in his arm. “Give me a moment, Will.” Hannibal gently removed the near-empty IV bag and helped adjust the pillows behind him so Will could sit up.
“What happened?” Will asked. His memory was pretty fuzzy. He felt nauseous, and his head ache a little bit.
“You were drugged at the party. I found you passed out in the gardens. Someone must have spiked your drink and followed you onto the lawn. I found you just in time before anything much worse happened.”
Will looked at Hannibal with concern, “How long was I out?”
“A couple of days, you were in and out of consciousness. You were very out of it when you could talk.” Hannibal grabbed Will's hand and gently massaged the soft flesh between the thumb and pointer finger. “I was concerned for you.” Hannibal simply said,
Will smiled at his partner, “Thank you”
“Do you remember much about what happened, did you talk to anyone out of the ordinary?”
The brunette shook his head. It really felt like parts of his memory were missing, and Hannibal told him that was one of the effects of being dosed with Rohypnol.
“We’ll find out who did this. You need to recover. I flushed it pretty much out of your system, but you’re going to find some of the side effects linger.”
“Lay with me,” Will said,
“Of course.” Hannibal moved around to the other side of the bed, and laid over the covers. He maneuvered Will so his head was pressed to his chest. The soothing rise and fall of Hannibal's breathing lulled Will back to sleep, his arm draped over Hannibal’s waist, his go-to sleeping arrangement.
Hannibal combed his fingers through Will's soft curly locks and placed a kiss on his forehead.