Tuck shook his head vehemently at the idea of more ice. If he never saw ice again it would be too soon. And if he could speak he would remind Will that usually when stitches were present, the skin hadn't closed up around them. This was different. It was going to suck.
He tried to mime slow, and then he leaned his head back so Will could have better access, his hand sort of fisting into one of the many blankets so he could hold on tightly.