Tuck sort of half-collapsed, but even that hurt so he straightened up again, pulling up his shirt halfway as he did so. His side was a mess of blacks and blues, bruised from the waistline of his trousers up to nearly his armpit. "Guy," Tuck hissed. "I'll fill you in, but let's get you scrubbed up first. Here," he said, handing over the bag of clothing. "In case you want to change now. There's water and a banana in there too. Do you want to come back to the parsonage?"