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N° 8 for Harrisco! I can't help but picture Harry patching Cisco's hands up cus he hurt 'em after fighting a random meta and Harry's worried even tho both of them are kinda used to it but he still worries anyways. But also whatever else you might have in mind is good! I love your works and thanks for writing for us! Xx

A/N: This one was truly a blast to write. So much so that I got over a thousand words ... So much for drabbles! But anyway thank you for the sweet words about my writing <3 hope you enjoy!

~1200 words

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Cisco lay in the med bay, the most agitated anyone had ever seen Cisco. He had been out in the field with Barry fighting a meta calling himself Porcupine - he could shoot needles out of his hands, they were mostly small, pointy, black needles but he could throw larger ones if he focused hard enough.

There were several needles in Cisco's hands and Caitlin was having a tough time removing them.

"Stop fidgeting."

"Cait, I’m trying my best not to move, but there are actual NEEDLES you are pulling out of me right now. That cactoid mother-" Cisco was shouty and in pain.

"We can all see them, don't have to yell at Snow," Harry muttered from the corner. His arms were crossed tight over his chest and his mouth was a hard line.

"You wanna feel these?" Cisco whined waving his free hand, which still had three needles protruding, at Harry.

"I have. Or. Jesse has." Harry said "He was a meta on our earth, too-"

"Hope he had a better name." Cisco interrupted

"I had to pick them out of Jesse's arm one night after she was in the wrong place at the wrong time in college." Harry let it sink in for a beat. "and she didn't whine as much as you,"

"I'm sorry???"

"You're being a baby, Ramon," Harry shrugged

"Cait is manhandling me!!"

"Oh my god Cisco, you are so close to being referred to another doctor," Cait's eyes flashed frosty for a moment.

"Want me to take over Dr. Snow?"

The room was quiet as they all processed Harry's offer.

And then they were alone and Harry was sitting down on the side of the bed to work on Cisco's hands instead of Cait, leaning over like a doctor.

"They really sting you're gonna have to go slow," Cisco started

Harry shushed him, pulling one of Cisco's affected hands to him. "Don't look at your hand, just close your eyes and we'll have a conversation while I take care of this for you."

Cisco narrowed his eyes but Harry's hands felt nice. Cait's were cold and sterile but Harry's were warm and they felt a little weathered from years of working.

Reluctantly, Cisco closed his eyes.

"When this happened to Jesse I was so worried. I didn't want to let her sleep out of the house anymore." Harry chuckled a little at the memory. Cisco could feel Harry's hands working and little pinches here and there but nothing super painful so far. "She slept home for three nights and then she sat me down and broke things to me gently."

Cisco was interested in the story but he felt a stab of pain in his hand and sucked in air at the corners of his mouth.

"Hurts?" Harry asked but the pain was gone again

"Just for a second. I'm fine now." Cisco said. "Just warn me before you start taking the needles out again."

Harry was quiet for a beat. "Sure."

"So what did Jesse say to convince you to let her leave the house?" Cisco asked, remembering the stopping point in the story.

There were a few more small pinches but Cisco was so interested in the story he started to not notice. "Ah Jesse. She said "Dad, sometimes bad things are gonna happen to me. I'm okay. I'm here and I appreciate you being here to help me out when the bad stuff does come. But you've gotta be okay with me going out there into the world. Bad stuff might happen but lots of good stuff might happen too." She's smart, my Jesse Quick." Then there was another sharper pinch of pain like the first one.

"Ouch!" Cisco jumped a little but Harry soothed his arm.

"You okay?" Harry asked.

"Yeah just surprised me, that one. You gonna take a needle out now or what?" Cisco asked

"Open your eyes."

The hand Harry was working on was completed clean except for the points where the needles had broken the skin. Three black Porcupine needles were on a tray at the side of the bed.

"Don't be mad. Just one more in your other hand." Harry suggested, biting his cheek.

Cisco was speechless for a second. "You sneaky thing." All told, he was honestly impressed.

"I am stubborn but I am not a moron. This clearly worked. I am gonna let you take the last needle out and then I will think about whether or not I am mad at you." Cisco finally decided. "think of this as friendship purgatory."

"Deal." Harry scoffed a laugh and set to work on Cisco's other hand.

Cisco was being a touch more tense now that he was watching. Harry was bent over his hand with careful precision. There were little pinches when Harry tugged the skin taut to make sure he wouldn’t snag loose skin or make Cisco bleed when he eventually pulled out the needle. His glasses slid down his nose a bit, and Harry used his first knuckle to slide them back up to his brow.

Cisco sucked in air at the corners of his mouth again when Harry readied himself to pull the needle out.

Harry gave Cisco a sidelong glance. “Should I make you look away? Are you going to move?”

“Rude!” Cisco accused.

“you - you-” Harry imitated the noise Cisco had made, sucking air loudly “And I hadn’t even touched the needle yet!?”

“It stings!” Cisco argued.

“They didn’t sting when you had your eyes closed!” Harry argued.

Cisco reddened, cornered with facts. He turned his head away. He felt Harry’s strong hands pulling at his skin, some small pinches, and one final stab of pain, making Cisco wince.

“Well?” Cisco asked, head still turned away.

“You can look.” Harry confirmed as he started to sanitize Cisco’s wounds.

“Ah, that tingles.” Cisco winced again at the antiseptic and Harry grinned, rolling his eyes.

“You can weather fights with metas and yet antiseptic has you complaining. You never cease to amaze me.” Harry muttered.

Cisco smirked. “Harry, thank you for taking the needles out. I appreciate it.”

Harry, finished with the antiseptic, pressed some small bandages to Cisco’s palms, where the needles had broken the skin. “Anything for you, Ramon,”

Then, Harry, reflexively, as if it was a knee jerk reaction to Cisco’s compliment, turned Cisco’s palm over delicately, careful not to disturb his injuries, and he pressed closed lips to the back of Cisco’s hand. Harry froze as he realized he was kissing Cisco, albeit his hand.

Harry let Cisco’s hand go and it hung there comically in the air for a moment before Cisco brought it to cradle against his chest. Harry cleared his throat. Cisco was awfully quiet for someone who had been whining so much prior to Harry taking over.

“Harry-” Cisco started, and Harry tried to steel himself to get yelled at. He tried to steel himself for the admonishments he was sure were coming.

Instead, Cisco took Harry’s hand, his own hands weak from pain and tender with bandages, and tugged it gently toward his mouth. Cisco pressed his own lips to the backs of Harry’s knuckles and Harry had to break the eye contact and look away.

“Thank you.” Cisco murmured, against Harry’s knuckles, and finally let his hand go.

Harry stared at his hand, on the bed at Cisco’s side. He looked up at Cisco. “Anytime.”