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Case 154 [Video]
[Hanna checks his pockets, before nodding, letting out a cough that he shakes off quickly. He's managed to avoid the hospital up until this point, claiming that he's just sick. Partially, he is. This always happens after many big, bad spells...and it usually lasts longer in the City, since Worth isn't there to fix him up and treat him right.
Of course, he's more than just sick, but he does such a good job of deluding himself otherwise.]
Okay...present for Dean, flowers for Sam...I got everything I need, yep. Hope they don't mind me coming over...wouldn't blame Dean if he wanted to punch me a few times. I sort of deserve it...
[He sighs quietly, trying to shake off those feelings of self loathing and guilt. It doesn't really work, but he can fake it. Sam doesn't need to see that right now.]
Okay. Smile, Hanna. You smile long enough, you'll feel better. Let's go see the Winchester bros.
[He nods, smiling a little as he goes off, mumbling to himself that 'things will be okay', 'Sam doesn't hate you', and similar thoughts.
He manages to make it a little more than halfway there before he breaks out into another coughing fit, worse than the ones that had come before. True, he's suffering from bad magical side effects...but they're amplified by the internal injuries he sustained fighting Lucifer that he's refused to see a doctor over.]
...stupid...stupid magic...c'mon, we're almost there...
[He tries to fight through the coughing fit, but fails to, and he fumbles with his device, turning it off before he passes out.]
[ooc: Sam, I blame you completely for this. You encouraged me, and now look.
...I swear, this will be the last awful, non-plot related thing I do to Hanna for a while. Promise.]
Of course, he's more than just sick, but he does such a good job of deluding himself otherwise.]
Okay...present for Dean, flowers for Sam...I got everything I need, yep. Hope they don't mind me coming over...wouldn't blame Dean if he wanted to punch me a few times. I sort of deserve it...
[He sighs quietly, trying to shake off those feelings of self loathing and guilt. It doesn't really work, but he can fake it. Sam doesn't need to see that right now.]
Okay. Smile, Hanna. You smile long enough, you'll feel better. Let's go see the Winchester bros.
[He nods, smiling a little as he goes off, mumbling to himself that 'things will be okay', 'Sam doesn't hate you', and similar thoughts.
He manages to make it a little more than halfway there before he breaks out into another coughing fit, worse than the ones that had come before. True, he's suffering from bad magical side effects...but they're amplified by the internal injuries he sustained fighting Lucifer that he's refused to see a doctor over.]
...stupid...stupid magic...c'mon, we're almost there...
[He tries to fight through the coughing fit, but fails to, and he fumbles with his device, turning it off before he passes out.]
[ooc: Sam, I blame you completely for this. You encouraged me, and now look.
...I swear, this will be the last awful, non-plot related thing I do to Hanna for a while. Promise.]
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