"It's okay," Tuck shook his head like he was shaking it all away, and then he smiled sadly at Will, all affection and care. "You need to rest. I'll go get the pills and you should have some more water. I'll stay with you. Make sure Rottingham doesn't come back." He hadn't used that name for the sheriff in ages, so it would be all the more convincing.
He stood and stepped out of the room, winking at Malcolm who was leaning against the wall. They were quiet, so Will didn't overhear them, as they moved to find some vicodin and water. They had plans for later too, but Will would rest first.
Tuck headed back into the room and he knelt beside Will. "Here, love," he said gently, holding the pills out. "These will have you feeling better. For a little while at least. Just two, alright? Can I help you drink?"