Francis heaved a deep sigh and he gave Will a bit of a guilty look. "He hates talking about it," Francis explained. "I will tell him I told you, it's not fair to him not to know." Francis was honest to a fault.
"When the Sheriff dumped him back here, he couldn't move. He'd been kept in one position for so long, his muscles- He prayed to me but I was a day away and had to small change people for bus fare- It took me forever to get to him. And when I found him, he had managed to sort of inch his way from the door into the kitchen - it had taken the entire time - and open the fridge because he was- He just wanted something to eat but everything was spoiled and it had all spilled on him." Tuck had been lying there on his kitchen floor, in spoiled milk and his own filth for who knew how long. "And that was just the beginning."