he had, reasonably, thought she was going to bring him a jar or a coffee can. His eyes were closed, and he focused on his breathing, trying to keep himself calm. He let her push him onto his side, the balance shifting causing a blinding arc of pain that distracted him, so that he wasn't aware what she was doing until he felt the tubing moving into his penis.
He gasped, his breath holding in his throat. He saw stars, literally saw stars swimming in his vision. There was a reason men were put to sleep in hospitals when catheters were inserted.
His top hand, which was his left and for Henry, his worthless hand, shot out to grab her wrist. He lacked strength, and the muscles used relied on his shoulder, giving him a weak grip, and hardly enough pressure to try and make her stop.
Tears filled his eyes and leaked onto his cheeks. Pain and humiliation might have been Edward's thing for all Henry knew, but it wasn't his.