Clarice opens her eyes slowly, as if awakening from a deep sleep only to be shocked at the sight of what looked to be a room in the ER. Out of reflex she tries to sit, but is restrained by a multitude of bandages across her chest and back. She rubs her eyes as if it would tell her how she got there. Then to her right she hears an all too familiar voice "well clarice what do you have to say for yourself. Two gunshot wounds" she turns to face the voice of none other than Dr. Hannibal Lecter "not to mention the broken leg." He smiles softly at her, icy eyes unblinking. Her voice cracks due to not being used in god knows how long she was hospitalized "Dr. Lecter-" she intterupts herself with hacking coughs "what are you doing here?" She searches for something in his eyes, apparently not finding whatever it was. "I just wanted to see how you are doing. You were in an induced coma for two weeks" he says in a slowly familiar way. He leans over her, and runs his fingers through her soft, brown hair. She places a hand on his and sighs, he gives her a kiss and says "Clarice... you have cold hands."