Henry didn't know what the hell Sal was going to do to him once they got to that room, but Henry didn't care. He couldn't think about that, with the pain that was spiraling through his body. He couldn't think about much other than putting one foot in front of the other without falling over, or letting out a pained cry.
He just kept moving, gritting his teeth and breathing raggedly as he walked, not caring that they were 'almost there'.