Nameless One, 2/18
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jackofknavesTitle: Nameless One
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tripatch
Rating: R
Pairing: Hannibal/Face
Summary: Kinkmeme prompt, Face secretly takes meds for bipolar disorder. But for whatever reason, Face is no longer on his meds. Then the manic behavior starts, from getting into a mess of fights to needing to have tons of sex with strangers. Then when the emotional roller coaster stuff starts, Face begins cutting himself during the darkest times. His teammates notice, and try to help but Face is stubborn and refuses help, heavily in denial.
Additional Notes: Title taken from James Clarence Mangan's poem, "Nameless One".
The first doctor is easy. He wants to stop smoking, he says, tapping his fingers nervously on the arm of the chair, like he was fidgeting for something to be in his hands. He smacks his gum for extra emphasis.
“I’ve tried the patch and it’s just not working, but I was talking to a buddy, y’know, and he said, um, Zy—Zy something? He said it worked like a charm for him.”
“Zyban?” the doctor says, smiling encouragingly. “It’s shown promising results for some people. We can certainly try it if you’re serious about quitting."
“Oh, I am,” he flashes her his patented grin, not even feeling a little guilty when she blushes like a schoolgirl. “I really am.”
The next one he scams Depakote from is a little bit harder, but it’s that extra challenge that gives him a rush.
“It’s these migraines,” he says sheepishly. A little bit of the truth, to sell the rest of the lie. “I can’t do my job with them. Is there any medicines to prevent them?”
“We generally don’t like prescribing those… do you have any triggers?”
He shrugs. “It’s the MRE’s. Loaded with all kinds of shit, can’t exactly avoid them, right?”
The doctor nods sympathetically and writes him a prescription. “This should help. It’s an anti-seizure medication. It can help to prevent the onset of them, but it would help if you tried to avoid any triggers.”
“Thanks, doc. I’ll do my best, promise.”
Anti-anxiety meds and sleeping pills are practically OTC in camp, so he manages to get those with a few casual words and some favors here and there. If anyone had bothered looking in his kit, they would find a carefully arranged cocktail of meds that he has finagled carefully until he could breathe, until he felt more balanced than he had in a long time. It isn’t perfect, but it would do for now.
Face was good at lying to people, but he had figured out a long time ago that the easiest person to lie to was himself.
Author:
tripatchRating: R
Pairing: Hannibal/Face
Summary: Kinkmeme prompt, Face secretly takes meds for bipolar disorder. But for whatever reason, Face is no longer on his meds. Then the manic behavior starts, from getting into a mess of fights to needing to have tons of sex with strangers. Then when the emotional roller coaster stuff starts, Face begins cutting himself during the darkest times. His teammates notice, and try to help but Face is stubborn and refuses help, heavily in denial.
Additional Notes: Title taken from James Clarence Mangan's poem, "Nameless One".
The first doctor is easy. He wants to stop smoking, he says, tapping his fingers nervously on the arm of the chair, like he was fidgeting for something to be in his hands. He smacks his gum for extra emphasis.
“I’ve tried the patch and it’s just not working, but I was talking to a buddy, y’know, and he said, um, Zy—Zy something? He said it worked like a charm for him.”
“Zyban?” the doctor says, smiling encouragingly. “It’s shown promising results for some people. We can certainly try it if you’re serious about quitting."
“Oh, I am,” he flashes her his patented grin, not even feeling a little guilty when she blushes like a schoolgirl. “I really am.”
The next one he scams Depakote from is a little bit harder, but it’s that extra challenge that gives him a rush.
“It’s these migraines,” he says sheepishly. A little bit of the truth, to sell the rest of the lie. “I can’t do my job with them. Is there any medicines to prevent them?”
“We generally don’t like prescribing those… do you have any triggers?”
He shrugs. “It’s the MRE’s. Loaded with all kinds of shit, can’t exactly avoid them, right?”
The doctor nods sympathetically and writes him a prescription. “This should help. It’s an anti-seizure medication. It can help to prevent the onset of them, but it would help if you tried to avoid any triggers.”
“Thanks, doc. I’ll do my best, promise.”
Anti-anxiety meds and sleeping pills are practically OTC in camp, so he manages to get those with a few casual words and some favors here and there. If anyone had bothered looking in his kit, they would find a carefully arranged cocktail of meds that he has finagled carefully until he could breathe, until he felt more balanced than he had in a long time. It isn’t perfect, but it would do for now.
Face was good at lying to people, but he had figured out a long time ago that the easiest person to lie to was himself.
