Will looked over his shoulder at Tuck, his frown softening. It sounded like Tuck had had it rough here too. Moving quietly, he swallowed another dose of pills, just to make things easier. He'd sleep better this way.
When Nottingham came back for the bowls, they shared a glare, but no words were spoken. Moments later the lights went out. Moving carefully, Will shuffled across to the mattress and almost tripped on the edge trying not to kneel on Tuck as he settled down. "Good night," he muttered, sighing as he relaxed.
And then came a long, dark time of lying awake and being very uncomfortable. His ribs started to ache if he stayed in the one place for too long, so he had to keep shifting to relieve pressure. The drugs made him drowsy but he couldn't fall asleep. Lying in the pitch dark room lit only by a little light coming under the door, far too aware of the warm body at his back, Will was unable to lie comfortably enough to fall asleep, and the night was starting to stretch on and on.