“Bivolo?” Caitlin questioned softly. Oliver had filled her in on his latest identity crisis, she wouldn’t fall into his trap. “Barry isn’t here. It’s just me and Jay. Well Jay isn’t here but he’s here. How are you feeling?”
“Fine, I guess. Any chance you could come look at my shoulder? Oliver shot me and it feels like someone is stabbing me everytime I move.” Cisco sighed, leaning against the wall. He just wanted to be back at his apartment, where nobody would bother him.
Cisco backup 