Cisco was beginning to look pretty bad. Len hesitated a moment, not sure if trying to get Cisco’s attention would be better or worse. He waited a few seconds longer, but when the kid started to sway, he finally moved forward.
“Cisco. Hey. Come on, come out of it,” Len said, trying to ignore the growing worry that maybe Cisco would end up trapped like Lisa. He rested a hand on the younger man’s shoulder, then swore viciously as the kid slumped into his arms.
“Ok. I’ve got you. Shit…Cisco,” Len said as he half-carried, half-dragged him over to the reclining chair Len had been sleeping in when he stayed the night with Lisa. “Lisa, do you think he’s ok?” he asked as he dumped Cisco into the chair and tried to make him as comfortable as possible. He checked for a pulse, and tried to figure out if he needed to call Barry or Caitlin.
Panic raced through Lisa at the sight of Cisco unconscious in her brother’s arms. He had pushed himself too hard.
This had happened because he was trying to help her.
It was with that realization, that she knew she could trust and believe Cisco. Looking at him know, all the anger she had felt toward him for weeks ebbed away, to be replaced with concern and care.
At Lenny’s question, she grabbed the notebook off the floor and hurriedly wrote. “I don’t know. He looks pale! Is he breathing? He isn’t dead, is he? Please tell me he isn’t dead.” Such was her worry that her handwriting was almost illegible. She tapped the notebook on Lenny’s shoulder, letting him now she was communicating.
Cisco’s pulse was somewhat erratic and weak, but it was already gaining strength. His breathing seemed labored but it too was evening out. Lisa tapped his shoulder with the notebook and he squinted at it. She was clearly agitated, if her writing was anything to go by.
“I think he will be ok. He probably just needs a bit of rest.” Len tried to sound more confident than he felt. Len adjusted Cisco a bit more on the chair, and put the recliner up so Cisco could be stretched out and leaned back. “There we go. He can be comfortable now.”
He checked Cisco’s pulse again and kept a close watch on the kid, waiting for him to start to recover. If it took too long, Len would call Barry…but he held off for just a little while longer.
The last thing Cisco remembers is Lisa telling him to let go of the vibe. He wasn’t ready yet, though! There were still so many questions to be asked and answered. About 15 minutes after Len had made him comfortable, Cisco began to come to. He cracked his eyes open to see Len sitting nearby, and Lisa’s body laying on the bed. “Damnit.” He muttered, trying to sit up. A wave of nausea rushed over him, and he practically fell back in the chair. “Len? What happened?”
Cisco backup 