[ Cisco winces at the sight of the bruising, nose crinkling slightly. He's glad nothing is broken, but it still looks pretty nasty, to Cisco. There is something visceral in his reaction to seeing the injuries that is different than just suspecting they are there. ]
We kick this metahuman's ass, right?
[ He can tell Harry's miffed at him for poking and prodding and not taking him at his word, but he doesn't care. He had to be sure. And it had been necessary, after all. Cisco goes back to the refrigerator and gets several more packets of frozen vegetables, wrapping them up and giving them to Harry before he digs around in a shoebox on a bookshelf that, apparently, serves as a makeshift pharmacy. He shakes out a couple NSAIDs into his hand, gets a water bottle, brings them both to Harry. ]
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We kick this metahuman's ass, right?
[ He can tell Harry's miffed at him for poking and prodding and not taking him at his word, but he doesn't care. He had to be sure. And it had been necessary, after all. Cisco goes back to the refrigerator and gets several more packets of frozen vegetables, wrapping them up and giving them to Harry before he digs around in a shoebox on a bookshelf that, apparently, serves as a makeshift pharmacy. He shakes out a couple NSAIDs into his hand, gets a water bottle, brings them both to Harry. ]
You should probably lie down.