Barry just bit his lip, a weak smile lifting his features at the joke. “It’s fine Cisco.” Wincing as he jumped on the table, he gingerly moved to lift his shirt away from his injured side. “Does it hurt when you breathe?”
“Not too much, but yeah.” Little did Cisco know, his side was quite bruised. “Does it look bad? Am I gonna get all the ladies with my battle scars?” Cisco smiled again, knowing not to laugh to cause himself more pain than he was already in.
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