Cisco gingerly took the gun from his co-workers hands and began looking over it while his head continued to throb. “The force backwards was far too high. I need to do some more calculations.” Cisco braced himself against the wall as he stood up, closing his eyes to try and ward off the vertigo that threatened to take him back to the floor. “Woaaah. Slow Cisco, sloooow.”
When he almost was back to the floor again, she grabbed him just in case “Hey, be careful, you have a contusion, need at least to rest a bit, don’t force yourself, okay? Let me help you with this and if you want, I can try and prove it”
“Prove that I have a cut on my head? No thanks, I can feel it. My head is pounding. Thanks through.” He opened his eyes to the room no longer spinning. “Okay. To the computer. Yeah. Slowly but surely,” he said quietly as he began to shuffle slowly out of the room.
Cisco backup 