Owen had kind of known it was likely that Simms would turn the hose on, either on Oliver and Edwin, or himself and Marco. He didn't have much time to brace for it, but he stepped back from the bars and tried to grab Marco to shove him back and toward the corner of the cell. "Get back--" He barely got the words out before the bruising force of the water knocked him back off his feet.
Owen did what he could to roll over, his back facing Simms. He braced his hands hard against the floor to keep the water from knocking him over again. It hurt, yes, but he could take it. A small part of him was smug, knowing Simms wasn't brave enough to take Owen on himself, that he had to stay on the other side of the bars with a damn hose.
It was painful, but he knew it would be. He'd been through worse, in homes full of fire. He could handle this. Marco, on the other hand, he wasn't too sure about.