“Patrolling? Your powers have developed that much and you’re just…out on the street with them?” Barry’s jaw tensed, wanting to freak out but knowing he couldn’t. Nor was this the appropriate time. “Come on, can you walk over to the table? I’ll get some ice, meds, and see if we can’t do something for those ribs.”
“I’ve been working on my powers. I’ve gotten stronger. I’ll have to show you sometime.” Cisco laughed before wincing, realizing that movement made things so much worse. “Yeah. I can walk, slowly, but I can still move.” He gave a light smile before standing up slowly and walking to the med bay.