Violet nodded, pulling out her phone and sitting next to Cisco, hugging him gently, rubbing his arms under the blanket, trying to make sure Cisco knew that she was there for him. “It’ll be ok, bro, I promise,” she said softly as she dialed Barry’s number.
Cisco just sat there as she dialed the phone. Thoughts were racing through his mind of the moment he was killed in a different timeline, as well as the moment he could have killed his own sister with these powers of his. Would he ever learn to control them? He kept his hands tucked under his arms and didn’t let them leave, for this is the same way he felt when he and Violet were in the bar just the other day.