It was so much worse that Tuck had been imagining and a strained sound of horror escaped his throat. "Oh, Will," he breathed, panicked. "It's- you have blood poisoning. Fuck. FUCK." If Marian couldn't get antibiotics, Will was going to die, and it was going to be sooner, rather than later. Tuck felt like his throat was closing up. "No no no no no. No no no. Oh no-"