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[goodviberations]

 Cisco knows he shouldn't be worrying so much. Mick is a grown man who'd just lost his two closest friends. It's totally normal to disappear for a few days. And Cisco had done his best to respect that space. He's made sure there were leftover in the fridge just in case Mick came home (which he'd noticed haven't gone anywhere), but he hasn't tried to force himself into his grieving.

Until now. Because with Oliver sick from the storm slowly creeping over the city, all he can do is worry. If Mick tells him to go screw himself, so be it. But he has to know he's alright.

So he calls. And every ring of the phone twists his stomach up more.

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[bringstheheat]

He's sluggish, blinking in confusion at the voices and the hands on him. Hot. Everything is so hot. A few delirious mutters slip free but he manages to at least get his feet under him.

But the voices are familiar. Trusted.
So he doesn't fight back as he's supported in an exhausting shuffle from one room through a blue white ball of light.

[goodviberations]

"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."

[vivifier]

He's back to unconscious by the time they get him on the medical bed. "Do they have any radioiodine here? That might help a little."

A shake of the head. "Yeah, the speedster alcohol probably didn't help."

[goodviberations]

"I don't know," he admits. "I can ask Caitlin."

The mention of speedster alcohol has him shaking his head. "That's not what I meant. His time as Chronos- everything that happened to him at the Vanishing Point. He's got more temporal energy in him than probably anyone alive. Add that to temporal radiation, and..." He doesn't want to think about it.

[vivifier]

"...he said he saw time masters die from it, without dark matter to...counteract it, I guess."

[goodviberations]

That really isn't what he needed to hear, Savitar. He's trying to forget what could happen.

"Then we'll find dark matter," he says, as if it's just that simple.

[vivifier]

"That's what I told him." That, and that he'd drag Mick back from hell if he died.

[goodviberations]

Cisco nods, glad to have Savitar's support in this.

"You should stick around while we work on this. I don't want to know what a time storm will do to you."

[vivifier]

Savitar looks apprehensive. "...neither do I, honestly." He is, after all, a time remnant. Who's to say it wouldn't just rip him apart?

[goodviberations]

"So please. Hang back. Enough of my friends are in danger, Savitar. I don't want anything to happen to you too."

[vivifier]

"Well. Maybe I can help out here, anyway." He's not exactly an idiot, after all.

[goodviberations]

"I'm sure you can. Harry, Caitlin. We'll all be working to figure this out. You could probably help any one of us."