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When; 1/26/11, directly following this post
Rating; Um, PG-13 at most, for language?
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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.
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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--."

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Hanna hadn't been lying to Sam when he said he went to go see a doctor. He DID go to see one, with Euphie. For some reason, they hadn't found anything wrong with him...well, at least they couldn't see anything wrong with him.

But they were wrong, which is why Hanna is an unconscious lump in Sam's arms, breathing shallowly and letting out a cough every so often. He's used to coughing up blood, due to it being one of the things that happens when he does big magic, but for some reason, he's much worse than normal today.

Well, at least he's still breathing.

It's mostly luck that has Cameron walking in on this scene-- she's in a rare moment of being between patients, heading back to the desk to see where they need her. Apparently she's needed right here.

"Over here," she says decisively, beckoning them-- Sam, really, because Hanna doesn't look like he's going anywhere under his own power-- through the door and towards an empty bed.

Sam's just barely collected enough to hear the doctor's call. He lets out a breathe of relief, then heads over with Hanna under tow. On a normal day, he'd humble himself before her for helping, and he's grateful beyond words, but all his mind can process is Get Hanna on that bed. Once he's down and safe and in one piece, Sam steps off to the side of the room, eyes glued to Hanna's chest that's struggling to rise and fall. Hands shoved in deep in his pockets, there's a vague look of guilt that's pulling his features tight into something of a grimace.

"There's, um. He used magic, and it's. It hurts him, but there was, a fight--" Breath, Sammy. He stops and runs a hand over his face, "I'm sorry, I just. There was a fight, in the Square. I think he got hurt more than he realized, which is making everything worse."

Magic is quite probably Cameron's least favorite word; it's a City complication she can't account for with real-world knowledge. "Do you know how he was injured?"

She's already grabbing a stethoscope to listen to that labored breathing, beckoning across the room for someone to ready a saline drip.

He looks up at her and bites the back of his lip a little, shifting nervously. "He was..body-slammed, by another fully grown adult, sort of. There was more magic involved, it's--complicated."

Hanna chooses this time to cough heaving again, despite his lack of consciousness, blood leaking a bit at the edge of his mouth. He groans slightly and shifts, trying to curl up into a ball to protect himself.

For a second, he opens his eyes and looks around, very confused and still really out if it.

He glances over at Cameron, confused.

"...y'r not Worth..."

He tries to look at Sam before another coughing fit comes on and he loses consciousness again.

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"He's going to need an x-ray to check for pneumothoraces," she says, not really to Sam, more for the benefit of the nurses and techs hovering a bit behind her.

She pulls back a little as Hanna wakes, though not far back enough to stop listening. When he passes out again she looks up at Sam.

"We'll take care of him," she says decisively, meeting his eyes with certainty meant to be reassuring. "If you could give his information to someone at the admissions desk, that would be a great help." Normally the kind of thing attended to before tests and poking and prodding, but allowances of course are made for the severity of conditions.

Hanna moving should ease him, because he's still alive, but that coughing... Sam catches the look in her eyes and it is comforting, at least to know that Hanna's in good hands, but her request is the one thing he can't do. "Is there, is there anyway I can fill it out and come with? I'm just, really not comfortable with leaving him. He's, uh. He doesn't like doctors."

"I understand." There's a slight curve to her lips, apologetic and sympathetic. "But there are regulations. He's in good hands, I promise. As soon as he's able to have visitors, we'll let you know."

Hanna might not be all there right now, but he groans and curls in on himself a little more, mumbling. It's doubtful he's really awake right now.

"...dun wanna go alone..."

Sam glances from Cameron to Hanna and swallows hard. Why is everything always so goddamn difficult? "Just, uh. I'm sure you're used to it, or at least know to expect it from working in the City, but," he hesitates. He'd really rather just go with them. "His..body's a little different from 'normal'. Pretty sure parts of him are only being held together by magic. Just. Be careful. Please." There's a slight pleading to that. He's not sure about any of this.

That gives her some pause, though at this point really she shouldn't be surprised at any of the problems that come through the door. She nods slightly, slowly. "There are people on staff who are-- more accustomed to this kind of thing."

She looks back down at Hanna, though he seems pretty checked out, and repeats herself. "We're going to take care of you."

Hanna is conked out completely, though he curls up tighter. He is not going to make this easy for anybody, simply because he's so scared and so fearful of any doctor that isn't Worth...

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magical leprechaun. Seriously? :D

heey sorry, yesterday ate me >> /reports for duty!

No apologies needed! I'm often busy myself, if you didn't notice. ;;

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good lord I am SO SORRY ;_; this semester is killing me

D: it's okay. Lord knows I feel the same.