Tucker stayed, let his hand stay because Wash wanted it. He still didn't think he deserved it, but it wasn't just his choice anymore. He wasn't crying, but his eyes were wet and the rage he had towards Temple and those losers were as much pointed at them as they were pointed at himself.

He watched him touch the bandages, and Tucker looked away.

"Yeah. Dr. Grey wants to talk to you about shit, about if it's going to heel and if...if you'll be able to ta...talk..."

"What I'm trying to say is...as much as you say I've helped you become a better person? You've done just as much for me. And truthfully, I don't want to think of where I'd be without you. I don't ever want to know."

At least you'd be able to form words. God, I fucking ruined your life! Like, multiple times!

"I'm sorry, Wash. I'm so fucking sorry. I thought I was getting better, I thought I was what you saw in me! I thought...I thought I wasn't this horrible fuckup anymore, but I am!" His free hand reached into his pocket, pulling out Wash's ring, setting it on the bedside table.

"I fuck up everything I touch."

Guess who he learned this melodrama from.