Barry's eyes fluttered open, and he saw the familiar white room of the S.T.A.R. Labs infirmary. He could hear someone walking through the room, but he couldn't see who it was. What happened? What brought him here? Everything seemed to be in a fog. He couldn't remember anything. He couldn't feel anything, which probably meant he already healed. But his brain felt like it was floating in his head, like that time he was on morphine when he broke his arm in the tenth grade.

He tried to sit up, but a jolt of pain shot up his back and seemed to radiate through hos body, causing him to groan.

"Barry!" Caitlin's familiar voice called, and she rushed to his bedside. "You're awake."

He simply groaned in response, still trying to sit up, pain still running through him.

"Wait! Don't try to sit up. I'll lift the bed for you," she said, pressing the button on the side of the bed, putting him in an upright position. "How are you feeling?"

"Dizzy, kinda foggy" he mumbled. Now that he was upright he was starting to feel a little loopy. At least the pain stopped. So, if he didn't move, he wouldn't be in pain. Sweet.

"Sorry about that," she began, as she changed the fluid bag on his IV. "I made some alterations to a morphine compound, so that your system wouldn't flush it out so quickly. That's probably why you feel that way. Are you in any pain?"

Barry shook his head.

Caitlin bit her lip. He had no idea why he was here, did he? If he had any idea recollection he would be freaking out about what had happened. If he weren't stoned, even if he didn't remember, he would have at least asked questions about what landed him in the infirmary.

"Barry, do you remember what happened?" Caitlin was staring at him with worried eyes. Barry was too fogged up to even notice her concern.

"Nope," he said, shaking his head. The last thing he remembered was ordering coffee at Jitters with Iris before they had to work, but even that seemed fuzzy.

Caitlin took a deep breath and looked down at Barry, who was mesmerized by the monitor displaying his heartbeat. At least she finally got the morphine right, so that was one good thing that happened today. She stayed silent for a moment; this was the last moment Barry would know himself to be The Flash, and she wanted to give it to him.

"Barry," she said softly, trying to get his attention.

"Hmm?" he turned to look at her, his eyes gassy and still a little lost from all the drugs.

"Barry," she repeated, before continuing, "You were fighting a metahuman. He was stronger than anything we've ever encountered. And you were fighting him and… You… Uhh..." Caitlin lost her words. She took a deep breath, trying to recollect her thoughts. How was she supposed to tell him this? Why wasn't there an easy way to break his heart?

"I am so sorry, Barry. I did everything I could," she whispered, looking down at the blanket on the bed. She couldn't get herself to tell him. She couldn't say it. She couldn't do this to him.

"What are you talking about, Cait?" he slurred, barely being able to comprehend a single word she was saying, let alone understand the full sentences. Damn this was strong stuff.

Caitlin took in another heavy breath, before walking around the bed to Barry's right side. Carefully, she lifted the blanket and folded it over, exposing his leg.

"Barry, I am so sorry," she repeated, looking up at Barry, her eyes filling with tears as she waited for his reaction.

Barry suddenly felt completely sober. He still had no memory of what had landed him here, or what metahuman was responsible for all of this. It didn't matter though. It's not like he could go back and get him next time or anything like that. None of it mattered because he knew in that moment that he could never be The Flash again.

He knew because three quarters down his thigh, was a stump were his leg was supposed to be.

"Barry, please say something," Caitlin begged, after a long, brutal silence. But he was still silent. She could feel the weight of the tension in the room on her, feeling like it would crush her chest.

"Please leave," he said softly, his gaze still fixated on his leg.

"Barry…"

"Please… I need to be alone right now," he insisted, still refusing to look away.

"Do you want me to get Iris?" She just wanted him to talk to her.

"No… Please just leave," he asked again, beginning to choke on his words. Caitlin bit her lip, before hesitantly turning around and walking towards the door. When she reached the doorway, she stopped, and turned around. She opened her mouth to apologize one more time, but she knew it would do nothing. She just ruined Barry's life.