Snippet #2659348

Lane was in the kitchen when he heard Mayhem bark. Looking up from the tea he was stirring in a coffee cup he quickly picked it up, taking it with him as he trotted up the stairs. "Good boy. Go downstairs," Lane said, petting the dog before coming into view of the woman. She looked in pain, and sick. Lane frowned as he stood in the doorway. He stood there for a few seconds before wordlessly walking over to the night stand next to the woman, keeping a wary eye on her. She looked even worse up close. Setting the cup of tea down on the table he took a few large steps back. "The tea will help with any nausea, or head aches," Lane said quietly, gesturing to the steaming cup. He went silent again, waiting for the woman's next move.