Theorized Cisco: A Fictional Narrative

It took about 20 minutes, 20 minutes spent in almost complete silence, for the S.T.A.R. Labs van to get close to the last position of Barry’s suit sensor before the signal was lost. They tried in the first moment to contact their friend with no success, letting the imagination of each and every one of them to try and complete the blank of what really happened out there.
''He might’ve just be knocked down by the residue energy of the blast.'' Theorized Cisco ,half-hearted. halfway in the ride, his technically mind trying to hang on to any possible explanation.
''It has to be.'' Whispered Joe, desperate to believe it. From what he’s been told, the signal stopped when the speedster was just outside town, between 10 to 15 miles from where he left the artefact. It had to be far enough to keep him alive, there was no other possibilities the detective was ready to accept.
As soon as they stepped out
She extended her other arm to her medical kit, inviting Cisco to come take her place and handing him a clean gaze.
''Keep pressure on it, stop the bleeding.'' She instructed before turning to Joe. ''Make sure he stays awake, don’t want to risk it until we know the extent of his head injury and how much the energy outburst affected him.''
Caitlin didn’t even waited to see if her instructions were carried out before taking a bandage in her bag and moving down the young man’s body. In the meantime, Joe had taken his son’s hand into his own, never stopping talking, about anything and everything, trying to keep with them, but he could see the heavy eyelids closing again. That was until Barry’s eyes sharply opened, widening, gasping in sudden pain, his glance immediately falling on his broken ankle that Caitlin pushed back in place in the right position just a bit too abruptly and