Will grunted under his breath and struggled a bit, and as he managed to relieve himself he was glad he'd been sitting in the chair and the Sheriff hadn't had an open shot at his loins. Pissing was still painful, and bloody. Gross.
"I'm done," he said. He could smell Tuck at this distance, the familiar scent of his cologne. Will wondered if he smelt like an old barn. He missed his home comforts. He missed his bed. If Tuck hadn't lured him out here... He frowned, turning a more calculating eye towards Tuck. He was feeling a bit clearer in the head, but the pain in his body and face was starting to come back. Settling back down on the mattress made him groan in pain, his hands going to his sides to try to find the ribs that were injured.