[ Cisco doesn't remember, when he first wakes up, that he is sick with a fever, that Eddie had been taking care of him the day before, that he has been hallucinating and vibing quite a bit. All he can feel for those first few moments is sheer, blinding terror. So when Eddie is suddenly looming over for him, reaching for him, Cisco's brain helpfully supplies that terrifying blue glow, blocking out all that is human from his eyes - all that familiar concern and love.
So Cisco reels away, propelling himself backwards, away from Eddie and, in a tangle of rumpled and sweaty sheets, right off the bed. It's a short drop, onto a rug, but it is still jarring, and his hair gets all in his face. Cisco scrambles to get to his feet, pushing the hair back and breathing hard. By the time he's standing, moving away far enough that his bare back hits a wall, his brain finally starts to catch up.
That blue glow remains over Eddie's eyes, but the rest of him is unchanged, and he is a singularly unintimidating figure, in his PJs, kneeling on their bed, not lunging or attacking or laughing maniacally. Cisco asks, voice cracked and uncertain: ]
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So Cisco reels away, propelling himself backwards, away from Eddie and, in a tangle of rumpled and sweaty sheets, right off the bed. It's a short drop, onto a rug, but it is still jarring, and his hair gets all in his face. Cisco scrambles to get to his feet, pushing the hair back and breathing hard. By the time he's standing, moving away far enough that his bare back hits a wall, his brain finally starts to catch up.
That blue glow remains over Eddie's eyes, but the rest of him is unchanged, and he is a singularly unintimidating figure, in his PJs, kneeling on their bed, not lunging or attacking or laughing maniacally. Cisco asks, voice cracked and uncertain: ]
Eddie?