Case 154 [Video]
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manofgnee[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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[Action]
Date: 2011-02-18 07:49 pm (UTC)[OoC: Sam got him, right?]
[Action]
Date: 2011-02-19 04:37 am (UTC)[Hanna starts coughing again.]
[Action]
Date: 2011-02-20 05:28 am (UTC)Oh man. There really was no choice, was there? He really usually didn't like doing this with other people, but it was Hanna. He liked Hanna. And it wasn't like he had many other choices.
"Alright. Uh, hang on." Demyx put his arm straight out in front of him, palm out, and a somewhat familiar portal pops up as he makes some attempt at walking with Hanna around him.
[Action]
Date: 2011-02-20 05:50 am (UTC)[Hanna, luckily, is very light.]
[Action]
Date: 2011-02-20 06:04 am (UTC)But it works fine for this scenario. As they go through the portal, the opening disappears. If you were to look about you, it would be only that swirling Darkness everywhere, with even the floor not being evident. But it is there, as it feels solid enough, and as they walk a few feet, there is another opening in the distance that appears with a whoosh. When Demyx sees it, he continues on. He doesn't seem too out-of-place here, rather he seems used to it, though his hood is still up.
He stumbles out of the new opening, with Hanna still around him, and they are at the doors of the hospital. He looks around to see if there's anyone that looks like they work there. "Uh- Hey- Hey is there anyone that can do something here?"
Re: [Action]
Date: 2011-02-20 06:09 am (UTC)[Action]
Date: 2011-02-20 08:49 pm (UTC)The people that take care of him regard him skeptically, but say that they'll take care of the sick boy. They then ask Demyx to come with them. "What? But- Well, alright." He turns towards the people carrying Hanna to a hospital bed, "Hanna, they said they're gonna help you. I guess I'll be back later?" Some of the staff take Demyx away to a separate room to question him.
[Action]
Date: 2011-02-21 01:13 am (UTC)