Even though it had only been one hour since Team Flash arrived, it felt like days. Everyone was in shock, mostly because of Laurel's sudden finding but also because of how well Team Arrow were handling it.
Oliver had stayed right by Laurels' side, the whole time. Usually, he would stay away from his loved ones and busy himself with catching whoever did something to them.
Not this time, though. But, Cisco thought, this is Laurel. And Laurel had been dead, or so they thought, for nine months. So he guessed that it was normal, you know, if someone had come back from the dead.
He and Caitlin stood beside each other, hands on each others' shoulders', appreciating every second that they had together. With Laurels' supposed death fresh in his mind, he wanted to spend as much time as possible with her. He had always admired, maybe a little too much, how Laurel, or The Black Canary, had taken down bad guys with such finesse.
When she died, he was heartbroken. For awhile, he had carried around the photo of Laurel and him, with Laurel wearing her Black Canary costume, hugging Cisco. He knew it had just been a gag gift but he had cherished it all the same.
He attended her funeral, like everyone else but he didn't feel like he deserved to mourn, as much as he had. After that dreaded day, he, along with Caitlin, had taken a couple days off. They called them, ' processing days'. Days to try to get through the grief. And now, now that Laurel had been found, Cisco didn't know what to think.
In all truth, he wasn't as relieved as he should be. See, the truth was, about a month after Laurel was killed, her doppelganger from Earth-2 had showed up. As it turned out, Laurels' doppelganger was actually a criminal metahuman, named Black Siren.
She had wreaked havoc on Central City, with her Canary Cry. In the end, they had locked her up, in their basement/ metahuman prison. Things were going well, up until about two weeks ago when Black Siren had escaped.
They had no idea where she was and to Cisco, it seemed too much of a coincidence that Black Siren had escaped and then two weeks later, their Laurel had miraculously been found. Even so, that little bit of him firmly believed that it was their Laurel.
Then again, they would find out the facts once her tests came back. Because, there was no way that you could fake being tortured for nine months. Suddenly, the tablet that was sitting on one of the various tables in the room started buzzing.
Caitlin slid her arm off of Ciscos' shoulder, as she walked over to it. She picked up the slim tablet, her eyes flashing from test result to test result. She sighed, then walked over to where Laurel was sleeping.
They had moved her back to the couch that she was initially laid down on, because they felt that it was the most comfortable thing for her. Gently, Caitlin pressed her fingers on Laurels' wrist, checking for a pulse. She then swore lightly under her breath, because it was still pretty weak.
She then glanced at her tablet once more, as if checking to make sure that something was there. Then, for a brief moment, a look of confusion, then realization, then worry spread across her face. But as quickly as the falter had come, it disappeared.
Caitlin took a deep breath, then cleared her throat to get everyone's attention. It wasn't hard though; everyone was on pins and needles waiting to hear about Laurels' condition.
She then started," So, I have Laurels' lab results back and I think everyone should prepare themselves." As she paused, everyone visibly got more anxious, as they followed Caitlins' instructions and prepared themselves for what came next.
" Laurel is severely malnourished and dehydrated." She paused, taking a deep breath." Her body is covered in approximately, 15% scar tissue." At that, Oliver's breath hitched.
15%? He thought. He couldn't help feeling guilty.
When Oliver came back from his five years away, the doctor had said that he was covered in 20% scar tissue. But that made sense. He was away on an island for five years and was tortured almost every day of it. If Laurel had managed to be tortured and beaten so much that there was that much scar tissue covering her, then she really was scarred, in more ways than one.
" By the buildup of scar tissue around her wrists, ankles and neck, it isn't likely that the bruises will fade." Sighing, Caitlin continued," She has five broken ribs that never got the chance to heal, 6 fractures that didn't heal properly and a severe concussion." She paused, seemingly preparing herself for what she said next.
" Her blood has been exposed to mass amounts of dark matter, vertigo and several other phycopathic torture drugs." There were several gasps of surprise, and as they echoed throughout the room, Oliver's head started to spin.
Dark matter? But wasn't dark matter the thing that gave Barry his speed? His thoughts were going in a million different directions. Oliver tried to get his mind back to reality but in doing so, he came to a realization. Laurel was now a meta. She had to be.