Henry lay on the floor, his body limp and heavy. For a minute or so, all he could do was lie there and drag in breath after breath. His stomach churned uncomfortably from how much water he had swallowed, and he groaned and rolled to his side, vomiting water onto the floor. He went limp again, letting his body relax for just a moment. Just breathe. Just be. He was beyond fear now, stuck on just surviving.
"Someone has to teach him," Lucifer said. "And since you're the one who led him astray, you're going to watch. I am going to call you, Iestyn, every single time I correct Henry. And I don't give a shit what time of day it is, you'd better answer." Lucifer knew they could track him using the phone, but he knew no one could get through his wards so he didn't rightly care. "If you don't answer, I'll kill him right away."
Henry opened his eyes and he muttered, "'m not gonna let you do this."
Lucifer snorted. "That's sweet, love. You don't get a say in the matter."
He was resolved now though. He just needed a second. His arms were useless, of course, but he was sure...if he had a second...his legs would hold him. "Iestyn." Henry was still crying, but fighting it to try to talk to the man he loved. "No matter what happens. 's not your fault." What he was going to do - given a few minutes - might get him killed.