"I can feed myself." Will did not want to be fed like a baby bird, did not want Tuck posting little bits of bread between his lips, breaking it up for him to chew more easily. He couldn't handle that, especially coming from Tuck right now. The dressings, however, he would accept. A bandage wrapped around his ribs to help hold them in place might make breathing a little easier. Not that it hurt really much now the drugs were working, but he was aware of every breath and the discomfort of it. He gestured at the first aid kit and shrugged to give his permission for it.