Edwin only grunted in response, too clouded to really comprehend that Oliver was lying. But then he was moving, and even with his eyes closed he felt like his vision would go white again, and his pounding head made him dizzy, and the next thing he knew, he was out of Oliver's arms and against the bed. He knew there was a reason, but for that moment, he hated it.
Simms hadn't needed to go far to get what he needed. He had even made sure to rewrap it nicely the day before, in case something like this came up. He opened the door to the cell block again, the fire hose in his hand, ready to go. If he couldn't stop Oliver, this damn thing would. He charges forward, expecting oliver to be by the door, waiting. Instead, he was back by his cell.
"Stay the fuck in your box," he growled, hands threatening to turn the damn thing on.