H.R. Drabble #32
Cisco enters the Cortex. It’s a serene quietness that surrounds him. Where a bubbly Wells would stand and greet him with coffee there’s–nothing.
“Bliss!” Cisco raises his arms in victory, planting himself on the chair. “Good Lord, FINALLY Karma pays me back.”
DING.
“What?”
DING. DING.
He follows the ringing to the Lounge, finding H.R. buried under blankets. H.R. hands him a note: “I’m out getting him soup. Please provide assistance when he rings the bell.”
H.R. tries a grin, coolpad on the cheek which is still slack from the anesthesia.
“You’ve got to be kidding me.”














