Tuck nodded, his hands on Will's shoulder tightening. Yes. Yes, he could see Will, and god wasn't it the most amazing sight in the world. Will was okay. He was here and alive.
Tuck's sacrifice hadn't been in vain.
His breathing became less laboured, though he was still gasping desperately as his abused lungs ached. Of course more breath meant he noticed the agony the rest of his body was in, his skin ice cold, and as the pain snuck up on him, he started to whimper, then groan, and then scream.