"We've got you, Mick," Cisco promises, taking as much of the man's weight as he can. He's used to Barry or Caitlin. Mick has a lot more muscle. But between himself and Savitar, they get him through the breach and into the medical bed.

He lays two of the ice packs on either side of his neck, and another one over the top of his head. Even with that done, he still looks worried.

"I don't know, man," he tells Savitar, running a hand through his hair. "Oliver wasn't this bad off, but Mick was in bad shape before the storm hit him."