Will closed his eyes, finding it easier if he couldn't see Tuck's traitorous face- except then he had to look again just in case Tuck was doing something weird. He made a sound of displeasure, but he couldn't pull away, just had to accept the ministrations of his injuries. Tuck was good at stitching people back together. He'd had to do it enough times over the years, after all, and his touch was gentle and careful. If Will let his mind go out of focus, it was almost like none of this shit ever happened.
After a few minutes, Will frowned- as much as he was able to, anyway- and sighed. "Wh- why'd you- do it?" he asked slowly, his voice raspy. It was almost easier to talk to Tuck with that background anger dulled by pain.