Earth 1
8:46pm
Iris West-Allen knew that she was dying.
She could feel the life slipping out of her with each staggering breath, the quiet - god, the silence- consuming her as the seconds passed. She couldn't muster the strength to move, her survival instincts telling her that movement would be next to impossible in her state. Around her body it felt wet, and sickly warm, and Iris knew that before long she would bleed out no matter how hard she fought. Part of her wanted to scream, yell as loud as she could for anyone who might hear, but as she swallowed down, she almost choked on the desert dryness of her throat. There was no use; no one would hear her cries, no one would come to save her. Oddly enough she couldn't feel any pain, although she knew that her abdomen had been torn open. The only thing reminding her of this was the emptiness she felt where her children had been growing, eight long months of squirming and kicking and pressure and warmth ripped from her literally in a matter of seconds. She felt the tears well in her motionless eyes. God, her children. What would happen to them? Who would have taken them? Why was this happening? A thousand questions coursed through her mind as she brought herself to cry, knowing the effort would cost her what little time she had left. Barry. Sweet Barry. This wasn't his fault. Would he ever know that? He would find them. He would save them. He was The Flash. He saved the people he loved, even if he just wasn't fast enough this time. Run Barry. Run to them. Rescue our children. Love them. They will be wonderful, just like you. She began to whimper, causing her throat to convulse in pain and a staggering cough took over her. The world began to phase in and out, and Iris knew that she was losing.
"B-Barry…" It came out as barely a whisper, "I love you…"
She closed her eyes, having used what little strength she had left.