At this point, she wasn't sure it mattered. The headache had set in with full, blinding force, and she took a soft, shuddering breath to try and make the pain abate. Generally, if she hadn't caught it before now, there wasn't much use in trying. Even still, it seemed a shame to disappoint him, and she certainly didn't want him feeling obligated to nurse her. Her eyes still closed, she took another deep, soft breath, then said,
"I have... Vicodin. In my medicine cabinet."
She swallowed, and memories that she knew weren't hers flooded her mind; some past life, children, living somewhere dark and safe and beautiful. Flying through the air, and he followed her, she drew him along with a smile and dark wings.