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Hannibal Lecter has been a doctor for the past ten years, and on that past decade, he has proven his worth. He worked his ass off, impressing several hospitals; many of them courted him on becoming part of their residency program. But Hannibal Lecter chose to be on Johns Hopkins, in the cold Baltimore, Maryland.
He prospered in their program, having been awarded on his third year, with an Albert Lasker Award. He was then promoted to Chief Surgeon, the youngest ever been, and is now tasked on handling the teaching program. This year would be a bit different than the last, because now that he is the Chief, everyone would be looking at him, expecting him to solve each and every problem, and of course, the handling of the neophytes they call themselves as doctors.
He sighed as he found out that he was supposed to choose a student, to whom he would personally teach, a legacy of some sort. He paused, looking himself at the mirror of his new office and fixed his Windsor. A knock pulled him from his reverie, and answered with a soft ‘Come in’.
Dr. Bedelia du Maurier entered with all her posh glory under the white coat. She is Hannibal’s only friend, the only one he considers anyway. They have been together since their intern days, Bedelia specializing in neonatal surgery while he opted for cardiothoracic. They have been competing since day one, a competition that made them friends.
Many have pegged them as a power couple, they quashed the rumors when Hannibal announced, loudly at that, that he prefers dicks than vaginas, while drunk on the annual Doctor-Nurses party. Though many nurses and doctors got their hearts broken that night, they somehow made it their mission to look for the perfect man for their perfect “Dr. Lecter”. Hannibal didn’t know if he would be flattered or not.
“Looking sharp today Chief.” The female doctor teased, moving closer to his friend to clean the imaginary dust on Hannibal’s impeccable coat “Ready to educate some freshmen today?”
Hannibal sighed, rolling his eyes on the underlying tone of his friend.
“Bee, no touching or screwing the interns. I don’t want a controversy at the very start of my career as chief of surgery.”
That only made Bedelia’s smile widen.
“Ohohoho. Wait till you see the newbies.”
Hannibal raised a curious eyebrow, silently telling her to ‘please do continue’.
“I saw this newbie while I was getting up, pretty young with wide blue eyes and soft brown curls. Your dream man to be precise.” The female doctor said, tugging the man out from his office and to the hospital hallway “Pretty shy as well, hiding behind those silly glasses.”
He was still wearing his stoic façade, but sure enough his interest is piqued. Bedelai knows him well, but humoring her is dangerous. She has a memory that is unlike any other, just like him, and anything that he might say or do may be used as black mail material on the foreseeable future.
They turned on to the nurse’s station on the floor, and gave a few nods on to the nurses who greeted them.
“Good Morning Docs! Babies are waiting at the second floor reception.” Beverly Katz, one of the nurses and possibly Hannibal’s favorite. The sassy Asian woman holds no bar with her quick mouth and trashy language, but Hannibal adores her frankness. She reminds him of Mischa, who is currently traveling the world to god knows where at this very moment “Want me to break them in for you?”
Bedelia laughed shaking her head.
“No need Nurse Katz, I think Hannibal could do it himself.” she paused, whispering on to Beverly’s ears as if she was conspiring something “Especially his dream boy.”
Beverly’s eyes widen “Ooh! So we have a code name for him now. Good! Because I don’t want to call him sexy ass every time.”
Hannibal wants to hit his head on the nearest surface. Somehow, everybody knows about this dream boy. The curiosity is killing him now, and his pace becomes faster, which didn’t go unnoticed by his friend.
“Ta ta for now Beverly, I’ll tell you all about the details later.”
"Go get him Doctor Lecter!” Beverly yelled before them
Hannibal groaned, and just to spite Bedelia, he made a beeline to the stairs, opting to walk on the stairs to go down, even though Bedelia is wearing her work shoes (aka the four inches Louboutin stilletos). They arrived at the second floor reception where ten new interns are waiting; eager to perform whatever task was thrown at them.
Hannibal cleared his throat, wearing his professional persona, before addressing the students who would be under his wing for the next three years.
“Good Morning and welcome to our humble home, I am Doctor Hannibal Lecter, Chief of Surgery and currently acting as the Head of the Cardiothoracic Department. This is Doctor Bedelia du Maurier, head of the Neonatal and OBGYN department. We would be guiding you to your studies here in Johns Hopkins for the next three years. We would be the one assigning you work, such as patient rounds or sometimes assistance on the ER, which would happen soon if we deem you ready. The other residents might be asking you to accompany them on their respective fields, but be sure that whenever we page you, you will answer.” he paused, looking at the crowd that was listening to him attentively “You will shadow us if you are not tasked with anything, study cases and present them to us with initial diagnosis. You will be with us on our rounds; meeting patients and we may even assign one to you. Is that understood?”
A couple of ‘yes sirs’ echoed and Hannibal was satisfied. Everyone is eager to start working and he would make sure that he made them the best goddamn doctors Baltimore would see. He was about to lead them to their first case when a dashing intern came into view.
His breath hitched when he saw the man (definitely a man) up close. He was breathing hard; his curls lay flat from the sweat that beaded his head. His skin is relatively pale and unblemished, but his hands are calloused, as if he was already a seasoned surgeon. Though his face is relatively young, Hannibal was sure of that. And when he looked at Hannibal, the latter felt that as if he was lost on to the depths of the sea, his eyes has to be the bluest that he has ever seen, covered by his rectangular shaped spectacles.
“So sorry sir. Elevator jam.”
Hannibal could feel Bedelia’s gleeful smirk on the back of his head but maintained his stoic mask. He will not satisfy Bedelia’s evil scheme on having this very moment, his first day as chief, to be a decent black mail material.
“I abhor tardiness, especially from an intern doctor…?”
“Graham, William Graham, but you can call me Will.” the man, Doctor Graham replied smiling as he did so “And no sir, I am not an intern. I am your new cardiothoracic head.”