Cisco passed out on the table, body limp and forehead pressed against the cool surface. The symptoms accompanying his visions were clearly more severe than Eobard had assumed. He finally stirred to touch Cisco, brushing his hair out of the way and pressing two fingers against his neck. The pulse was strong and steady against Eobard’s fingertips. With that in mind, Eobard pulled away and reached for another chair.
He parked himself next to Cisco and waited, hands gingerly massaging his broken kneecap while he thought. A woman with dark hair didn’t tell him much. ‘Not earth’ was just as cryptic, but in a different direction. Cisco could see into different timelines, he knew that much. Could he also see different Earths? If so, he would be immeasurably useful in tracking the breaches and those who came through.
Eobard blinked and roused himself out of his thoughts when Cisco woke up. “Still here. You were… overstimulated. Are all your visions such an ordeal?”
He woke up to the cool metal still under his cheek. The ringing of loud voices in his head was gone, and now there was just a ringing in his ears. The metallic taste in his mouth was mostly gone, and his vision had cleared. “Not typically. I’ve never had a vibe like this. Normally I have to touch them or be in their presence. I guess with everything that’s happened, things are going to be different, huh?” Cisco said, biting the inside of his lip. “It may be a side effect of the wristbands.”
Cisco backup 