“The glass got you.” Quickly Barry held him close to his chest before he started to run, taking them to his house in an instant. They stopped with Cisco seated on the couch and Barry kept running, only stopping when he had a chair and the first aid kit to take care of Cisco. “I talked to Violet.” He leaned in with tweezers, carefully extracting the glass from his friend’s face. “Hold still.”
As the world zoomed past them, Cisco squeezed his eyes shut, afraid his beer from earlier might make a re-appearance. As he was suddenly placed on the couch, he kept his eyes closed so the light wouldn’t make his head hurt worse than it already did. Cisco winced with each piece of glass that Barry extracted from his face, confused as to how he didn’t notice his face was bleeding with glass embedded in his skin. “You did? Is she okay? God, I should have never left her.” Cisco gingerly rubbed the back of his neck, thinking about the timeline of events from this evening. “Oh, sorry.”
Cisco backup 