Will felt like he was going to lose his mind. Five days of his body aching, worse every time the painkillers started to lapse. Trying to let himself heal, checking his dressings and trying to keep his wounds clean, trying to sleep on that mattress that was no softer than a stack of cardboard. And all the while, having no news, nobody to talk to, no way of finding out what was going on. And nothing else to do but take opiates and try to sleep.
So when Tuck suddenly made his reappearance, he wasn't sure how to immediately respond. He sat up and stared, hesitating as he tried to figure out what was happening, but the drugs he'd taken an hour before meant he wasn't immediately suspicious, still feeling quite buzzy. He tried to speak, but his voice was dry and he had to swallow and try to soften his vocal cords. "Wh- Tuck? Hey- you okay?"