"Help me up?" he asked, his voice apologetic. He hated being weak, but every inch of him was agony. His abdomen burned where he had been knifed, and that hurt with a burning fierceness when Iestyn helped pull him to his feet. He cried out and leaned heavily against his husband as they made their way to the toilet. Once there though, Henry could take care of the rest.
He leaned over the toilet, one arm out to support himself. Once he was finished, he moved to wash his hands and then he groaned because he was not going to be able to lean down to have a drink. Luckily days ago when Joshua had brought them the food, he had brought drinks too, and they still had the cups. "Can you fill up a cup for me? Thirsty," he said, sort of swaying there near the sink.