s soon as he hung up with Violet he ran to Cisco’s apartment, shoes skidding as he slid to a stop in the living room. “What happened? Is he alright? Are you all right?” The speedster looked frantic, near panicking about his friends at this point. With Caitlin near dying of cold and now Cisco scaring him with these headaches, Barry was finding it harder to hide how scared he was. Times like these made him wish Wells hadn’t been a monster.
Violet jumped when the door flew open and Barry appeared in a flash of light. She cursed under her breath and shook her head, calming her breathing. “He curled up in this blanket burrito. He’s been like this for about 10 minutes. It’s freaking me out.”
Cisco’s eyes were closed underneath the blanket. He heard everything that was going on, but he was in a haze. Everything was amplified. Sound, light, movement. He tried to block it out by shutting his eyes and trying to fall asleep. “Did Barry just get here? Hmm, I should probably talk to him. But no! Violet’s here, I don’t want to hurt her again…” Cisco thought to himself, drifting off.
Cisco backup 