Caitlin bit down on her bottom lip contemplating the validity of his claims. She’d seen the conditions Oliver brought him back in, hardly brutal much like the rest of Mr. Queen’s lot. Although, it was enough to raise red flags for her. “Sure, I’ll be down in a moment.” She sighed muting the com system. Her white lab coat felt stiffer than usual, the warning that sounded in her mind were drown out by her genuine love for the dorky companion she’d come to depend on. She grabbed gloves off the table and her medical bag.
“Can you take off your shirt,” she motioned on the other side of the glass.
“Uh, yeah. I can try. I can’t promise it will be fast.” Cisco groaned, using his good hand to force his other arm out of the sleeve. He pushed the shirt over his head and flung it to the ground from his good arm. “You know, I don’t think I will ever understand why Oliver finds so much joy in shooting people. This time I don’t even remember doing anything. So, what was the point?” He strained, taking sharp gasps between the pain.
Cisco backup 