Smoke fills her nose, but she can tell it's not from a fire. The kind of smoke she smells reminds her far more of when her brother had crashed his car back in California, and she had been dragged with her mother to go and pick him up. It was nothing like the smoke that had filled the air the night she had snuck into the old paper factory, only to be caught in the fire a few other teens had started in an attempt to rebel against their own parents. Even still, Eddie is quick to pull away from her, and a pit forms in her stomach. His cold hands had been a welcome change to the air around her, and although the glass he had laid her against was still cold from the rain, it wasn't the same.

"Eddie, don't." Her mumbled words came too late, though, as the male was already out of the van. A low 'fuck' fell from her lips as she winced at the pounding headache, and lifting her hand to her head, she could feel the warmth of her own blood falling across her skin and into her hair. She knew she needed to stay where she was, but the last thing she wanted was to abandon Eddie to take care of her van. Sure, he had been the one who had crashed it due to his refusal to listen to her, but his reasoning had been sound, and they should've been close to a town by this hour.

Pulling herself off the window, Demona set one hand on the dashboard with a deep breath. The world was still blurry, but it was slowly sorting itself out as she tried to focus on the figure moving outside of the van. She could tell it was Eddie, and given his strict hatred for the rain compared to her insatable love for it, she couldn't help but wonder just how bad the damage was to cause him to rush out like that. She couldn't afford to go after him in her current state, though, and taking a deep breath, she reached over to pull the keys out of the ignition. They weren't doing any good there, anyways, and by removing them she was cutting off any signals to the engine. It cut the wiper blades, too, and for a brief moment, she wondered if she should've just left them there. Still, she didn't feel like starting the van again, if it would even start in the first place. Dropping them on the dashboard, Demona leaned back against the seat again, a slow, deep breath filling her lungs. Her body still hurt -- and she figured it would for a while -- but she could finally see straight, and that was progress.