Lisa giggled as he poked her in the side. “Well at least I know your weakness is-your DVR.” She winked as they entered his apartment.
She looked around and it just felt like his place. Warm and homey. “Ok you, let me look over your wounds and then go to bed. Trust me, I nurse the Rogues so I have some expirence.”
She steered him to the couch and turned on the nearest light and gentle parted his hair to check his head. It was just hard to tell with the blood crusted in his hair. The wound didn’t seem too deep or serious.
“Do you hurt anywhere else? Take off your shirt, I’m not trying anything I swear,” she assured him with a laugh. Well at least this time it was purely out of safety she needed his shirt off.
“Dude, seriously. don’t touch my DVR.” Cisco said in a serious tone. “I don’t play when it comes to my tv. Ow!” He winced as the woman poked around on his head. “What are you doing to my head? Is there something in my hair?”
“Even if you were trying to do something, I honestly wouldn’t oppose.” Cisco snickered, lifting his shirt over his head. The bruises from his last patrol were finally beginning to heal, so his left ribcage was splotched with them in multiple stages of healing. He glanced down when he felt a stab of pain from his healing ribs. “Those bruises aren’t from tonight. That is from a few weeks ago, I was trying to patrol and someone got the jump on me. I’m fine though. Barely a scratch, just a lot of bruising.” He said with a soft smile.
Cisco backup 