Iestyn's voice, as croaky as it was, was enough to help Addy fight off the unconsciousness. Lucifer dropped her then, satisfied that she would feel the pain in her hand. He took his leave of them, slamming the door.
At least Iestyn had gotten to keep the nice blanket.
"My fucking hand," Addy wailed. She was going to have to try to put the finger back into place. Herself.