The ice pack was of course freezing and uncomfortable at first, but eventually he got used to it. He let his eyes close for a moment as he leaned back, holding it there to let it do it's job. It was, just slowly. Cisco wasn't doing much by way of talking yet. It was like his brain was still coming back online from the whole episode he'd suffered. Only after some of the blood came to a slow stop did he manage to respond. "Having powers was supposed to be fun." For a kid who loved comics as much as he did, it was kind of disappointing that these were so damn painful and overwhelming. "Guess I'm not going to become Spider-Man at this rate." He made a face.
The flow of blood was becoming less and less as it clotted, potential need of a hospital also diminishing with it. "Better." He lied, it still ached but his entire body ached. At least he wasn't a river of blood. So not completely a lie. Dark eyes slid toward Noah, he didn't know how to tell him what he saw. This time he didn't understand it himself. He wasn't sure if it was tied to the dreams or he was starting to get them to bleed over into reality, or what was going on. Either way he wished it would stop.
"Okay.." He didn't try to move this time, the only thing he did do was lay back on the empty table and look up at the ceiling. "Shooting me would feel better than this does." He grimaced as he rested his hand down by his side and let his eyes close for a moment.