Edwin had slipped back into that haze until he felt himself being moved again, and something move his arm, and he wasn't sure if that was better or worse. But then Oliver was around him now, and that felt safe. He could finally kind of understand what Oliver was saying to him over the pounding on his head, that sounded like his pulse and then water running. He tried again to look up at him, but just using his eyes was proving difficult, and that plus lifting his head seemed impossible.
Oliver was great, though. He didn't deserve to be sad. "I don't want you to see me like this," he decided, speaking almost dreamily. "I think my nose is broken." He probably looked really dumb.
Marco nearly screamed when Owen made a grab for him, not knowing that it was for his own good until the hose was on. Thankfully, he wasn't the target of Simms' wrath, at least not yet, but the cell was small, and there was a lot of water at a high pressure. Marco wasn't sure he could handle the water pressure of a shower right then. He cried out as he hit the ground, then threw the blanket over himself as he curled into a ball.
Simms took a step closer to the bars, even putting the tip of nozzle through them to get good and close to Owen. He kept the spray trained on him, except when Marco finally got the blanket on himself, at which point he turned it on the guy just to show him that the blanket wasn't going to protect him. It sent Marco rolling, and crying, and Simms just laughed as he turned it back on Owen. "Was this what you had in mind?" he shouted over the water.