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[retrochronal]

[ Another day, another breacher. This time, pitching out a battle-worn and torn version of Barry Allen that goes sprawling into the cortex like he's been literally thrown through the breach. And maybe he was. Either way, she scrambles back to feet that are only half supportive, trying to get back to and through the breach before it closes.

He is not even a little successful. ]

No...oh. No.

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[detectivewest]

And with that Joe cups his jaw again, keeping Barry's gaze focused on him. He's calming down and for now that's a good enough start. "Okay Barr. Okay. We got a few doctors here now. Caitlin, Harry, even your Dad." A beat to stave off any questions. "I know, I know. It won't make sense."

Joe offers a wry smile. "But we got plenty of people who can help you make sense of it. Just know that you're safe all right? I'm here son."

[retrochronal]

And Joe is right to stave off those questions, he has so many. But even he knows that right now is probably not the time for them. Except for one, apparently, as he waits for someone to come and fix him up: "...why is Mick Rory here?"

[detectivewest]

"That's a very good question," a quirk of a smile. "He's here with some of the Legends. Sara Lance, even Leonard Snart's been seen lurking around."

"This is some kind of central hub, some nexus point from what I've been able to pick up."

[retrochronal]

"That's...I guess that makes sense." Wincing at the pain in his arm. "...Snart's dead."

[detectivewest]

"Yeah well don't go reminding him. He's been a pain in everyone's ass since he got here." Joe's smile is only vaguely exasperated as he helps him free of what's left of his jacket. "Come on, let's get you cleaned up before I have to leave you with the pros." His touch is gentle and sure as he works. While Joe might not be a doctor, he knows plenty about cleaning up injuries and he's going to do his damndest for his son.

Other son.
Whatever.
It's still Barry and that means he's family.