Will nodded and sniffed loudly, wiping his nose on his sleeve. "I'm sorry. God. I'm so angry." He covered the wound in Tuck's throat with the towel, sick of having to look at it. "Are you any good at stitching? Maybe Marian will do it. Fuck, we have to tell everyone." He shook his head to clear it. First things first was getting Tuck dressed and on the bed, ready for when people came to see him. Then they would sort out ice for later. Who knew how long it would take until Tuck was back to his old self? They had to keep his body as cold as possible.
"But if you come up with any genius plans, I wanna hear them." They could discuss it as they worked.