Caitlin nodded gently knowing not of his reasoning but that he was clearly disoriented. “Yeah, she’s been more worried about you–” she muttered wetting the gauze with some rubbing alcohol. We were all worried. “That’s fine, please sit down. We will assess your cognitive progressing and get you some food?”
Cisco leaned against the wall of the cell and slid down to the floor. He began to really question what happened. He stared at the open door behind Caitlin. “Okay, yeah. That sounds good.” He bit his lip and his eyes wandered.
