Will let out a long breath and rolled onto his back, his shoulder almost touching Tuck's. He was so exhausted of this whole thing and he just wanted to forget he was even here. At least it being so dark, he couldn't see Tuck's face and didn't have to endure any looks of concern.
"My shoulder hurts," he murmured, his voice also so low as to be barely audible. It didn't hurt a lot because the drugs kept the worst of it at bay, but it was aching enough to be felt.