Cisco had taken his phone. His reflexes were so bad, he hadn’t even been able to move to stop the kid. Cisco had moved before Len had even seen him. That was bad. Really bad. At least he could rest and not have to worry about the others. At least not right now.
He glanced through the glass window at the cot, battling the urge to rest with the need to find Lisa…and he realized that Cisco was right. He could hardly stand. He was less than useless right now.
“Ok,” Len said finally. He took a step forward, and the room swayed alarmingly. Whoops. “Hey, d’you have any ibuprofen or something? If you have time. Get the testing done first.”
Len stumbled his way into the med bay. He took his parka off and left it in a somewhat crumpled heap on the desk. The cold gun he took with him. Getting settled was a process. His ribs ached, his head hurt. Despite all that, Len also felt oddly disconnected to reality. Carefully he eased himself onto his back and blinked up at the ceiling of the med bay, while he clutched the cold gun a little closer to him.
He was going to take a nap in the lair of the enemy. This was a terrible idea, but he knew there was no where else to go. If only he wasn’t so tired. He would just rest for a few minutes, and get back to work. Lisa needed him and…
Cisco smiled at his little victory of snatching the man’s phone away without a fit being thrown. He leaned against his desk and watched as the man stumbled to the med bay. He moved to help, but the heard an almost inaudible ‘ding’ come from the computer. He turned and saw the results were well on their way to finishing, and his intricate search results were done as well. The results could wait. He reached for a bottle of ibuprofen – he’d kept it close since learning about his powers – and he walked over to Len.
He poured a few tablets into his palm. “How many do you take?” Cisco looked down at the man, holding his cold gun tight to his chest. The only way he could describe it was cuddling. Len was essentially cuddling his cold gun. He pulled out his phone and snapped a picture for later. Nobody really had to know, right?
Now, Cisco was determined to find Lisa. He saw in his favorite spinny chair in the cortex and began to push himself across the floor. He would’ve went to the pipeline, but he didn’t know how long Len would be out, and he didn’t want to leave the man alone after what he’d been through. The pipeline was where he thought best, but this was a close second. He pushed himself across the floor with his eyes squeezed shut. He imagined a mental map of an alleyway and went through any and all possible situations when he stopped dead in his tracks. He remembered where he’d seen those painted pieces. Larisa Mikhailov.
Cisco backup 