Iestyn's hands were trembling as he picked up the first aid kit and cloth. Every hit Henry had received, Iestyn had flinched as if it was coming down on him. He felt like Henry's pain was his pain. And it was horrific, but at least it wasn't... wasn't that.
"I'm so sorry," he whispered, pressing the cloth to Henry's mouth to wipe up the blood. Why was Lucifer even giving him this? Just to drag out the pain? His eyes welled up as he took in Henry's poor battered face, but he couldn't indulge in tears right now. He had to try and help Henry as much as he could.