Eddie wasn't refusing to change, but he wasn't moving to do that, either. Instead, he was insisting on checking out her injury. Any other time, Demona would've appreciated it, and while part of her did, another part of her was just annoyed. If he checked out her head before he changed, he would end up getting her wet, too, and while she didn't mind being rained on as much as he did, she still didn't feel like adding wet clothes to their situation. They needed to figure out their next move, not concern themselves with her well-being.

. . . then again, if she had been in Eddie's shoes, she would've been insisting on checking him for injuries. He had his newfound vampire abilities to thank for sitting there virtually unharmed, but Demona wasn't so lucky. She didn't have the supernatural on her side, and was painfully normal. She was lucky enough that her head had already stopped spinning, and part of her wondered if she would really be able to convince Eddie she didn't need to go to a hospital, or if he would insist on taking her anyways. Still, with an eye roll, the blonde responded, her annoyance clear in her voice.

"I said I'm fine. Last I knew, you couldn't get in my head to see how I was feeling." Despite her words, Demona shifted in her seat to make it easier for him to see her head. A hand reached into the glove box, too, fishing around before finding the flashlight she stashed in there before leaving California. Handing it to Eddie, she searched the dark for his eyes as another flash of lightning went off overhead. Part of her wondered if the tree they had crashed into was tall enough to get hit, but as the thunder rolled off the tail end of her thought, she decided it was best not to think about it.

"Look, then go change. Please?"