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[ log || open to hospital staff || on-going ]
When; 1/26/11, directly following this post
Rating; Um, PG-13 at most, for language?
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manofgnee, srsbusinessk, as_damaged
Summary; After the fight with Lucifer, Hanna's stubborn ass refused to get any real medical attention, which ended up with him getting a minor case of the deadsies. Sam's bringing him to the hospital while he's unconscious.
Log;
Hanna is and always has been a stubborn sonnuva bitch. Sam's dealt with having to avoid hospitals and certified doctors - such is the life of a hunter - but they're in the City, a place where all those weird little bumps and kinks that usually keep them out of normal society mean close to nothing. And as much as Sam wanted to stay home in his own safe little bubble right now, getting his friend some profession help is more important.
So he parks the Impala as close to the front door as possible then hauls the unconscious younger man out of the backseat. Supporting all of his weight with an arm around his waist, he all but drags him into the City general. He might've been cursed to think he was an ER doctor, but Hell if Sam could actually fix a punctured lung on his own. Panic is slightly obscuring his judgment, because as soon as he gets inside the building, Sam goes all the way up to the desk while carrying Hanna, and starts speaking at one of the autodoc in a rushed, near desperate plea. "Please, I-. He passed out, coughing up blood. He said he saw a doctor, but I don't--. He's not--."
Rating; Um, PG-13 at most, for language?
Characters;
manofgnee, srsbusinessk, as_damagedSummary; After the fight with Lucifer, Hanna's stubborn ass refused to get any real medical attention, which ended up with him getting a minor case of the deadsies. Sam's bringing him to the hospital while he's unconscious.
Log;
Hanna is and always has been a stubborn sonnuva bitch. Sam's dealt with having to avoid hospitals and certified doctors - such is the life of a hunter - but they're in the City, a place where all those weird little bumps and kinks that usually keep them out of normal society mean close to nothing. And as much as Sam wanted to stay home in his own safe little bubble right now, getting his friend some profession help is more important.
So he parks the Impala as close to the front door as possible then hauls the unconscious younger man out of the backseat. Supporting all of his weight with an arm around his waist, he all but drags him into the City general. He might've been cursed to think he was an ER doctor, but Hell if Sam could actually fix a punctured lung on his own. Panic is slightly obscuring his judgment, because as soon as he gets inside the building, Sam goes all the way up to the desk while carrying Hanna, and starts speaking at one of the autodoc in a rushed, near desperate plea. "Please, I-. He passed out, coughing up blood. He said he saw a doctor, but I don't--. He's not--."