Edwin's head was throbbing, and that, mixed with the pain from his ribs and his arm, was kind of the only thing that was clear. He was vaguely aware of being lifted and then falling again, and then he was being held in the cell again, unsure of how he got there. Opening his eyes hurt. His face hurt. The lights hurt. He tried to move his arms out from behind his back, but they wouldn't go. Oh, and that also hurt. Enough to make him let out a sob.
He tried to move more than that, but staying in this person's grasp seemed easier, and safer, even though he could feel them panic against him. Not this person. Oliver. of course. He could feel how scared Oliver was. That wasn't okay. He didn't like that.
"You okay?" he managed to mumble without looking up at him, and he wasn't even sure it would be heard over Oliver's gasps. Hell, Edwin had hardly heard himself over the pounding in his head.