James's breaths were definitely heavier and more labored now, head feeling light despite his best efforts. He didn't struggle as Shion held his hand up, nor did he put up a fight either when the demons came barging in through the door, equipped with whatever necessary to heal their hands.

He still had enough in him to startle and reach for the first demon to grab Shion's injured hand, but he was swiftly tugged aside, even as he growled and struggled in an attempt to stop them from further injuring Shion, by either cutting his hand off or killing him. But instead, they were both healed, albeit with some resistance, and James didn't spare a shove and kick at the nearest demons by the time they were done. "Fuckers."

He turned back to Shion. "You alright?" His hand looked healed, at least. James moved to get to his feet, trying to get Shion to stand too. "Let's get out of here."