Hanna F. Cross

[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.]

So, wait, the City thinks its ok to give us homework now? First, you basically kidnap us, and then you enjoy tormenting us on a regular basis...and now you give us freakin homework?

Seriously?

I...er...wow. That's all. Wow. I mean, yeah, the curse token thing sound sort of cool and kind of makes this whole nonsense of homework worth it, but...I am skeptical. See this, deities? This is skepticism. How do I know this isn't some sort of weird trick to do something? Huh?


...ah well. I guess the only real way to find out is to actually...do homework. My god, I haven't said that in a long time, and I thought I'd never have to say it again. Man, this place is weird.


Uh...I sort of have no idea what equivalence is, though. It sounds...sciency. Or mathy. And I can't really get to the library to find out whether or not its sciencty or mathy or something else entirely...since...well, hospital. Man this place is boring. Can I go home yet? It smells like iodine here and there's no tv and even though Jacques brings pancakes all the time, which is awesome, I still have to eat the icky hospital food...I miss my bed and my friends and my sheep.

Wait, what was I talking about again? Oh yeah, homework. I think I need help with my homework. Again, a phrase I never thought I'd say again.