Tuck had natrually been lying in the stable side position, but he leaned his head a little further down, and blood did indeed trickle out of the corner of his mouth. He moaned in pain, his head swimming as he did it. "Fuck-" he hissed.
Then he heard the door open. "Please, don't-" he whimpered, assuming the worst. Assuming it was the sheriff. "I can't-" Will was on speaker phone so he would be able to hear everything.