"Don't." Will stiffened- God, when would his ribs stop hurting?- and his skin crawled where Tuck was touching him. He couldn't handle this, he just couldn't, all this kindness and caring. He'd almost rather Nottingham and his brutality, because at least that was honest in its intentions. Will tried to sit up, but his head throbbed his body ached and his pulse roared in his ears. He was forced to lay back, grimacing in pain.
Vicodin? God, maybe... Will began to chuckle, a low, dry rasp that ended in a cough and a groan of pain. "You have drugs? Fuck- fucking hell." If anything was an indication that Tuck wasn't the same, it was that. "Yeah fuck, gimme the fucking drugs, why the fuck not."