As Tony contradicts him just by not actually following Cisco's advice, the younger man has never wanted to scream or, honestly, cry more than he does right now. Tony can't help him up because he's losing too much blood and Cisco's no doctor, but he has a feeling that sitting up like that, in a kneeling position, he's only inviting more blood flow. Cisco still hurts everywhere and still hasn't registered the pain of his burns completely, yet, but adrenaline can do amazing things.
With a choked cry of pain, Cisco forces himself onto his stomach so he can push himself up. The first attempt has him faceplanting straight down again because holy shit his hands. That's when Cisco finally starts to really feel the effects of the burns, slowly trickling into his reality. First his hands from putting out the fire in his hair with them. Then his face after slamming it into the floor like that in his failed attempt to get up. His stomach turns and he freezes because, for a second, all of that pain hitting him at once on to of the fact that he's already feeling shattered on the inside of his body, makes him sick to his stomach.
"Dios, do not throw up right now, Cisco," he hisses at himself, tears springing to his eyes when he puts his weight on his hands again to push himself up. This time, he's prepared for the jolt of agonizing pain and while it still hurts, it doesn't knock him down a second time.
"We will, but...ay Dios, okay...okay, man."
He looks around for the first time since the smoke has started to settle and the whole damn lab is in complete ruin. He sees half a leg and a foot sticking out from under a fallen piece of machinery that must weigh tons on its own and before he can even register that it's a corpse, the floor sort of opens up a little beneath it and it falls from sight. Cisco doesn't know if it's going to the floor below them or whether that's actually what it looks like when a new clone is generated for a fallen Alpha.
"Hello?!" Cisco calls out. "Anybody?! Es nadie más con vida en esta lista? ¡¿Nadie?!"
They can't be the only survivors, can they?
Cisco manages to get close enough to get on his own knees in front of Tony, pressing both of his charred hands against Tony's chest on either side of the shard, half to try to slow the bleeding and half to keep Tony upright.
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With a choked cry of pain, Cisco forces himself onto his stomach so he can push himself up. The first attempt has him faceplanting straight down again because holy shit his hands. That's when Cisco finally starts to really feel the effects of the burns, slowly trickling into his reality. First his hands from putting out the fire in his hair with them. Then his face after slamming it into the floor like that in his failed attempt to get up. His stomach turns and he freezes because, for a second, all of that pain hitting him at once on to of the fact that he's already feeling shattered on the inside of his body, makes him sick to his stomach.
"Dios, do not throw up right now, Cisco," he hisses at himself, tears springing to his eyes when he puts his weight on his hands again to push himself up. This time, he's prepared for the jolt of agonizing pain and while it still hurts, it doesn't knock him down a second time.
"We will, but...ay Dios, okay...okay, man."
He looks around for the first time since the smoke has started to settle and the whole damn lab is in complete ruin. He sees half a leg and a foot sticking out from under a fallen piece of machinery that must weigh tons on its own and before he can even register that it's a corpse, the floor sort of opens up a little beneath it and it falls from sight. Cisco doesn't know if it's going to the floor below them or whether that's actually what it looks like when a new clone is generated for a fallen Alpha.
"Hello?!" Cisco calls out. "Anybody?! Es nadie más con vida en esta lista? ¡¿Nadie?!"
They can't be the only survivors, can they?
Cisco manages to get close enough to get on his own knees in front of Tony, pressing both of his charred hands against Tony's chest on either side of the shard, half to try to slow the bleeding and half to keep Tony upright.