Lane looked confused for a moment as he said this had happened before. It was naive to think that any of his experiences with her had been the first time, but that did not lessen the surprise. By the time she went for the Epi-pen, his hand had gone from urging her away, to holding her there. It was odd to see him smiling as his heart began to beat at a slower and slower pace. She watched him with worried eyes, sending up silent prayers. Still, the bag was in reach and she was able to snake the drug from it. The instructions printed on the side made it easy enough. She pulled the cap off and stuck the drug into his thigh.<br/><br/>He had confirmed her suspicions about the drugs he might have taken, and it hurt her more than she expected. A well of sympathy bubbled up within her, because she was smart enough to realize that he had a reason to try and dull the pain. The little friend the demon had left him with. And now, it was possibly threatening his life. Even if he didn't survive this, Lane now had a reason for a vendetta against the demon who had caused him to need the morphine in the first place.<br/><br/>"Come on, James, stay with me." She said, shifting so she could take his face into her hands. She waited for the adrenaline to run it's course, to narrow the blood vessels and reduce the faint feelings he was likely now experiencing. "Just get through this and I can yell at you for mixing drugs and magic, and then later we can have makeup sex. You'd like that, right? This time we can be in your bed. And you can make me breakfast in the morning, but without the magical tea this time. We can pretend we're just that happy, normal couple. No wings or demons. Just boring people."<br/><br/>It was almost said to provoke him as anything else, since he had teased her so viciously about giving into the mundane. Lane had decided that moments of the mundane were a good thing, but she did not want a lifetime of it.