It was already bright outside when they finished cleaning the corridor and living room, erasing any traces and smells of what came about that night. After that, they needed to clean themselves, and even the ever-efficient Dom took long in the shower.

Seth hissed at the last stitch put in place on his arm. It hurt, and he looked away, but bit on his lips and sucked it up. As much as he wanted to avoid the stitches, there was no fighting Dom about the issue, so he just sat there in pain, tired and pressing a frozen steak on the back of his head. All he got to fight the pain was a glass of whiskey, but his impromptu surgeon was fairly quick and more skilled than Seth wanted to let on.