Stitches

Carson bit his lip, sensing Misty's irritation. He hadn't meant to upset her. He'd assumed Rick would be here. He didn't want to put any undue stress on Misty, and would just as soon leave if his hand would quit bleeding. 

Sighing, he did as he was told and sits on the table. His eyes watched Misty at the counter. She was showing more now, which just made Carson's heart hurt even more that he could have no part in her experience of carrying their child. At least she looked good. Beautiful as ever, in fact. That must mean she was doing well, so that was good. He was miserable, but if it took being apart to make her happy then...maybe it really was for the best. How had they gotten this far to not even be friends? 

He'd forgotten what he was doing here. Clearing his throat, he started to unwrap the towel. "I got in a fight with a knife... and lost." 

He held his palm up for Misty to see the deep gash that was still bleeding. It hurt like no tomorrow, but he tried not to let it show. "I rinsed it out and tried to stop the bleeding but it just won't quit. Figured it would probably need stitches or something." 

"Nope." Jared handed Grace the remote. "You're in charge." In truth, he just really didn't know what to look for, or what Grace would want to watch. Leaving it up to her was the best option. 

He glanced over at her and grinned before moving his arm to put it around her shoulders, hoping she wouldn't mind. "Thanks for coming over tonight," he mentioned softly. "I've enjoyed your company." 

Gunner stood and took the paper from Hope, reading it before looking back at her again. "Friday, huh?" By the tone of his voice, one couldn't be sure if he'd actually show up or not. He turned to leave, waving the prescription over his shoulder. "Thanks." 

After driving around, sitting, sulking, and driving some more, Gunner eventually wound up back at his apartment. It was late afternoon and he knew that he needed to call Bree. They were supposed to do dinner tonight if he was feeling up to it, and he wasn't so sure that he was. But he also knew that now being off work for who knew how long, she had a right to know about it. 

Sacked out on his couch, he eventually called Bree's cell phone, hoping she was at a point where she could answer. 

"Hey, it's me..." He sighed. "It's been a long day. Wanna come to my apartment tonight and just order pizza?"