Caitlin watched him from behind the glass for a moment, the kink in her brow deepened. “You don’t remember–anything?” She punched in the code, watching the iron grate clicking out of place and opening before her. “Your sister is fine, Cisco.” She stepped gingerly closer to him, “did you hit you head? I’ve been watching the monitors all night–” her voice lowed as she stared at him.
“Nada. The last I remember I vibed off the note Vi left in my apartment and left Len a voicemail telling him to go find her.” Cisco let out a sigh of relief. “Thank God! I don’t know what I would have done if she wasn’t.” He tensed as she stepped closer to him. He couldn’t recall how in control he was and he was afraid he might hurt his friend. “I don’t think so. I don’t remember a thing. I might have, I don’t know. Maybe when Oliver took me down?”
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