Henry staggered to the bed, not caring. Even if it was dirty... he'd sat in worse. Or at least just as bad. Maybe. Maybe he just didn't care at all at the moment.
He sank down, just glad to take weight off his ankle. This place... it was like something from Walter's mind. Henry remembered the rooms in the nightmare hospital, the corpses and body parts pinned to wire mesh in the subway, those...things in the cave by Toluca Lake....
It was like that all over again. He almost wanted to laugh. Almost.
He didn't say anything when Sal taunted him, warning him not to try and escape. He just opened one eye and glared.