Tuck's arms flailed out, going to this throat where he clawed at the newly reformed skin (and the rough feeling of the stitches) as if reopening the wound would help him get air in. His legs were still kicking out desperately beating against the floor as his eyes went red and bulging.
He only sort of noticed Will was there. His entire world was agony and the need to breathe. The itching in his neck was too slow, too slow-
Finally he couldn't take the pain any more and Tuck started slamming his head into the ground, trying to bring on unconsciousness because anything was better than this.