Barry felt like hell. He’d been patched up, and his healing factor was working faster than the average person, but he was still in bad shape. Leonard and his had helped him, saved him from dying, but he couldn’t burden his hospitality anymore than was necessary.
Digging into his pocket, he broke out his keys and quietly entered his apartment. He was bandaged pretty heavily, his face cut up and he was moving with a bit of a limp. Barry was just happy to be home, leaning on the kitchen counter and letting out a tired sigh. He’d wanted to be home before Charlie, give himself time to clean-up so she wouldn’t be too worried. Running a hand through his hair, he turned, intending to go get a shower and some long sleeved clothes to hide exactly how injured he was. The puncture wounds were all over, Lewis’ metal shards not missing any part of his body. At least he could get some rest now.
Cisco heard keys jangling outside of the door and opened his eyes, not moving from his hiding spot. He’d gotten a notification that the GPS in the Flash suit was moving earlier that day, but Cisco didn’t look at it, trying to respect Barry’s wishes.
He heard a sigh come from the kitchen area, and he peeked his head out from under the blankets. “You okay, Bar?”
Cisco backup 