"Letting him rape you is not a distraction," Tuck growled. "I can move, Will. Just...give me a second." He lay there on the floor, breathing in and out, just trying to get control of the pain. Finally, he sat up with a loud groan, one hand on his side where Malcolm had shoved the darts. "I'm just glad he didn't pierce my lung-" He would have said more, but the sheriff was back.
And he was carrying food-
Tuck's entire focus shifted to the food in Malcolm's hands, like nothing else existed. God, he was hungry. And Malcolm had pizza. "Holy shit-" Tuck breathed, not even daring to hope-
Unbidden, tears sprang into his eyes at the smell-
Malcolm headed to Marian's cell and he passed her in a medium vegetarian pizza. "Eat," he said to her. "You see what these men make you? Willing to give yourself up to save them. They're filth, Marian. And I am not going to take advantage of you in such a confused state. Eat your pizza."