Sunday Night, Stone & Lara, Down South, in a Blizzard Stone had stitches. They were in his back along two of the gashes on his right shoulder blade. The third on hadnn't needed stitches but there was gauze over that as well as the stitches. The stitches that were itchy like crazy from the gauze on top of them and the added weight of his t-shirt on top of that.
He had a shitty arm brace too, to keep the weight off of his shoulder after they'd set it, at the hospital, from the dislocation. He and Lara had gotten home sometime around sunrise thanks to all the snow delays and finding someone suitable to get them back without any other injuries.
They'd slept for a long time, uncomfortably in Stone's case with the dull ache from the stitched cuts and the pulsing pain in his shoulder that the extra strength hospital grade tylenol they'd given him wasn't doing much for. He wasn't complaining or anything, he just felt uncomfortable.
Now they were huddled around on the couch...which they'd actually moved the coffee table and pulled out the sofa bed so that was kin of comfy, if Stone didn't lean the wrong way against the back of the couch anyway. There were lots of blankets, which was why Stone was only in boxers and a t-shirt. Lara was terminally cold and with a blizzard that meant lots of blankets. He was only half paying attention to the movie she'd put on as he shifted his weight a bit and let out a quiet sigh. This was not the trip he'd intended.