“Shit.” Barry shook his head. “I’m going to run us to the house. Is that okay? And I’m taking you to my place cause I know where the first aid kit is.” At Cisco’s smile he relaxed a little, still worried about him but knew the other was essentially okay. “Yeah, I know that struggle.” He himself hadn’t slept a full night since what had happened the night Wells died, so he understood. “We’ll figure it out. Are you good to do some super speed travelling?”
“Uh, yeah, sure. I don’t think I own a first aid kit, anyway. Why do you need a first aid kit? It’s just a headache, its probably just a combination of lack of sleep, dehydration, and not enough to eat.” Cisco’s smiled dissipated, the headache throbbing fully once again. “Um, sure? I guess we’ll see, since I’ve never, um. Yeah, traveled at super speed?”
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