Morning workout was definately NOT in the cards. He wasn't up to jogging with his leg, and as predicted, he felt every bruise and his entire body ached from tightening up. A couple of Tylonol was all he could do. That and move a bit. His eye was a lovely shade of purple ringed by a sickly yellow, but the swelling had gone down. His open gash had lined up nicely, though scarring was innevitable it was only really an inch right through the eyebrow. His shoulder still ached, and he didn't know if it was due to the earlier dislocation or the huge black bruise left by the table that had thrown it out in the first place.
Molly was still out. She'd had Vicoden, which usually knocked her out for nine to ten hours. Her small frame helped with that. She'd looked like a pale, fragile bird with a broken wing when he'd looked in on her. Poor kid. He was going to have to check on Sydney and Chelsey this morning.
But first, some coffee. Something strong, black and about the consistance of oil sludge was what he was used to. Expresso shot in a too smooth blend would have to do.
He noticed Kaz was there, looking haggard. He wasn't likely used to emergency and chaos.
"Couldn't sleep?" Sean sat down across from the rock star. "Nightmares or couldn't you get comfortable?"