Tuck felt Will's hands support his head, even as his vision started to blur.
Oh god he was going to die again- He didn't want to die again-
His hands flailed out grabbing on to Will's shoulders, his mouth open wide and gasping-
He felt a final little click in his throat, and then he was dragging air in roughly, sounding a lot like the horrible noise in The Grudge as his windpipe healed just a bit at a time. It wasn't a full breath, but it was something.
Then all he could do was desperately try to pull air into his agonised lungs, like trying to drink through a broken straw.