Will tried to set himself a routine. He did his laps of the room, he tried to do some light exercise, he cussed at Nottingham at his meal time until the man came in and struck him down, just for something to do. He demanded to know where Evie was, where Robin and Marian were, where Tuck was, but he got nothing but repetitions of the same things: the old ways were bad, he had to stop the old ways, he had to learn to do better. Broken sleep, dull food, nothing to do but replay shit in his head over and over as he tried to fill the days.
The first day and a half he leaned heavily on the drugs. It did make it easier to bear but it also scared Will a little. He could see himself overdoing this. So he decided to try and wean himself off them, just like Tuck had done in the old days. He knew what to do. He could deal with the pain. The bruising was starting to heal. It wasn't as bad as before, even with the fresh ones on top. He talked to himself as he went through his day, even found himself repeating the words Nottingham said just because that's what was said to him last.
And then Tuck was thrown back in, and Will was up in an instant, his hands on Tuck's shoulders to try and support him and lift him up. "Oh god, you're wet- What happened??" he asked. "Come on, come on, you can't stay on the floor. Tuck? Are you hurt?"