By the time they reached the room, Henry was almost beyond most conscious thought. He'd been in pain before. The wounds he'd suffered in Walter's world had been nearly fatal, but somehow, it didn't compare to this. Maybe because he'd had access to at least some medicine, and for a little while he'd felt better when he returned to his own home.
But this pain...it just kept going. Over and over, every step like he was reliving the initial wound. He remembered...he remembered Eileen, when she was with him in that nightmare. Only an hour or so before, she'd been beaten within an inch of her life. Broken boned, half-blind, suffering from blood loss and Walter's own taint on her....
And she'd kept up with him. She'd stumbled along beside him and fought with him and she hadn't once complained about the pain she was surely to have been in.
He thought of her and clenched his teeth together like a vice as he climbed the stairs, trying to block out the pain.
When they did reach the room, and Henry saw inside....
It was like he was right back inside Walter's world again.