Chapter 11
With a start, Cisco sat up, struggling to get enough air into his lungs, the dream still fresh in his mind. Running a hand through his hair, he took a deep breath and exhaled it as hard as he could. He wasn't sure if he wanted to believe the dream. There was just so much that was different from the explosion before Eddie killed himself.
"You okay?" Barry asked. He'd woken when Cisco had cried out, quickly determining that his friend was having a nightmare.
"Yeah, bad dream." Cisco still wasn't ready to believe that they had Harrison Wells now. "Is anyone else up?"
"Yeah. Caitlin poked her head in a moment ago. Joe and Dr. Wells went to get breakfast. Caitlin's already looked over all the readings. Other than yours, they were all normal. She said your brain activity was unusually active for a sleeping person."
"I'm sure," Cisco agreed. "Look, there's one more test I want to do." Jumping out of the bed he headed for the cortex.
Joe and Dr. Wells had made a doughnut run. Without the constant nagging feeling that something was off, Joe found he actually enjoyed the other man's company. They'd chatted about music before they'd drifted off to sleep, and in the morning when Dr. Wells had suggested the doughnut run, Joe had been happy to join him. The detective's good cheer faded a little though, when Cisco and Barry joined them in the cortex, Caitlin already there going over the results from the blood tests.
"So, everything looks normal," Caitlin said, looking up. "Guess all those tests were for nothing."
"I want to do one more test," Cisco declared. He'd brought in some sort of blue suit with him. It looked similar to Barry's suit, but there were more sensors inside.
"What do you want us to do now?" Dr. Wells asked.
"Not us, you," Cisco said, spreading the suit out on the bed. "You're the only one in the group that was injured the night of the accelerator other than Barry."
"Yes, my spine was crushed at T11 when the building collapsed on me," Dr. Wells said, shrugging. "I don't understand why that singles me out."
"What if your injury isn't from the physical damage," Cisco suggested. "What if it was caused by the accelerator?"
"And how do you propose we test that?" Dr. Wells asked. He was getting tired of jumping through all the hoops. Now he just wanted to know what the hell was going on in his lab.
"You walk," Cisco said. Dr. Wells opened his mouth, but the other man continued speaking. "Or at least try to walk, while wearing this suit. It will map the electrical signal from your brain so we can determine where the signal is blocked and why." Crossing his arms, Dr. Wells stared at the other man in silence. "But, you'll have to really try to walk. So, like maybe using parallel bars or something." Nobody else spoke, and as the silence extended, Cisco started to wonder if Eobard was going to show his true colors.
"Fine," Harrison said with an exasperated sigh. "Help me get into that contraption and we can go down to the gym and use the parallel bars there." Surprised, Cisco nodded before realizing he was supposed to be helping the other man. Springing into action, he handed the suit to Dr. Wells, watching him start pulling the upper portion on over his tee.
