Hannibal eyed Sparkle and sighed. "I should probably check where my forks are." He thinned his lips at the nearly-empty bottle of extremely expensive vodka.

He stepped closer, scrutinized Sparkle's face, then the rest of him, and shook his head. It was clear this wasn't simply a passing stupidity; Sparkle had not been doing well.

"Right, then." He righted the vodka bottle, carefully checked Sparkle's pulse and breath, then marched out of the room to get his medical kit.