Your mother and I lo-

Barry stood there, his father's very final words ringing so loudly in his ears that he couldn't hear anything else except that and his own blood-curdling screams. He stood there, watching as Henry Allen's body sunk to the floor before Zoom left the room. Zoom's horrible words played in his head.

This is what's gonna make you just. Like. Me!

Barry rushed across the room at super speed to his father, placing both hands against his dad's chest in a vain attempt to save Henry's life, denying it all.

"No, no, no! Dad, Dad please! Dad, stay with me! Please, Dad, please!" Barry choked, the tears burning in his eyes and saturating his flushed cheeks. He felt all emotions hitting him at once. Denial, anger, bargaining, sadness. They all hit him in the most spontaneous, terrifying way.

I can't lose my dad, Joe.

Barry's hands were soaking with blood as he attempted to restart his father's heart with CPR. He gave his dad mouth to mouth, doing anything and everything. His hands shook. He felt so nauseated he felt like throwing up as his breath got caught in his throat. It was then and there that Barry's hands stopped pushing down, and he proceeded to fall against his father's body, crying and sobbing into it as his body shook. He stayed in that position for a total of fifteen minutes before he got up. There was somewhere he needed to go. He just needed to go anywhere else but here. He got up from the floor of his childhood home, the house no longer feeling like home. It felt like the place where everything had been stolen from him. First Nora, now Henry. Barry proceeded to just run, the electricity flying through him as his feat pounded against the ground.

I can't believe he's dead! He's dead!

Barry just continued to run, tears blinding his eyes and soaking his face as the wind smacked against his cheeks. He just kept running, not really sure where he was going or what he was doing. All he knew was he needed to go somewhere. Suddenly, he halted to a stop, and he fell flat on his back, breath heaving. He lied on the ground, face in his hands as he sobbed and sobbed. His entire body vibrated violently as the tears continously made their way down his cheeks.

Everything hurts.

It hurt to breathe, to think, to see, to hear. The fact that his dad had just gotten killed right in front of his eyes made his whole body ache. He gripped his hair hard, sobs pouring from his lips continously as he sobbed and sobbed, scared more than anything. He just didn't know what to do.

I don't know what I'm doing!

Barry rocked himself back and forth, violently crying and unable to calm himself down. It hurt to breathe. He looked up and saw he was outside Oliver's apartment.

Star City.

Barry pushed himself up from the ground, his shoulders continuing to shake. He wondered if Oliver was even home. Or if Felicity was there. Or if the two would even be willing to listen to his problems. But he just needed someone to listen to him. It was worth a shot. He was in a need for comfort from somebody that knew firsthand. He got up and sped into the building towards Oliver's condo, knowing that was the place he needed to go.

Oliver was sitting on his sofa with Thea, having a beer. After the death of Laurel and everything else going on in Star City, everything in his life seemed to be a whirlwind. Who would have thought that up until six months ago, he would stop his domestic life with Felicity and end up fighting Damien Darkh? After that son of a bitch killed Laurel, his first love, he felt the urgency to kill. The low buzz of a movie playing on television was a good distraction. Thea got up to sit with Felicity in the kitchen, who was sipping at hot tea. Suddenly, a gust of wind and a streak of red flew into the room. What was Barry doing here at nine at night? The last time Oliver saw him was after Laurel's funeral.

"Barry?" Oliver asked. He just felt there was something off with the younger man; he saw the way Barry's body was vibrating. Felicity and Thea both came into the room at Oliver saying Barry's name. Felicity saw how Barry's whole body was shaking.

"Barry, what are you doing here?" Felicity asked him. Her voice was soft, as if she were speaking to a frightened animal. "Is everything okay?"

Barry turned around. When he did, Oliver felt like punching somebody. He saw Barry's tear-soaked face, the way the whole world seemed to burning out of his eyes. Barry was so innocent, so kind and so pure and so good from the heart. Hurting him was like kicking a puppy. The tears were gushing out of his blood-shot eyes, his face red as a beat.

"Bar?" Felicity asked him. "Barry, what's going on?"

Oliver cautiously made his way over to the younger man. Barry was just a kid. Whatever had happened had clearly frightened him enough to come running here. "Bar?" He knew Barry was not okay at all. He knew Barry well enough to know when he wasn't alright. He looked into Barry's eyes and saw nothing but pain, fear, anger and grief burning out of them. Barry looked too hurt to even talk about what was upsetting him so much.

Barry opened his mouth to try and talk, to say anything. Thea took one look in his eyes and could see every emotion possible. She'd felt that way when her mother had gotten killed right in front of her, when she saw Laurel bleed from the mouth at the hands of Damien Darkh. She felt a wave of compassion and sympathy for Barry.

Oliver went over to Barry and placed a hand on the other man's shoulder. "Barry," he whispered. "Barry, are you alright?"

Barry shook his head wordlessly. "N-No," he choked. Oliver felt relieved that he at least said something. At least he was hearing something from him. Barry continued to try and voice out what was troubling him. "Z-Zoom. M-My dad-" Barry choked on the last word, and Oliver knew instantly what Barry was trying to say. Zoom had killed his father. Right in front of him. And he didn't know where else to go. Even though Oliver wasn't a hugger, he knew Barry needed one right now. He simply pulled the younger man into his arms to rest his head against his shoulder. Felicity and Thea seemed to sense Barry needed some time with Oliver alone right now, and the two women backed out of the room.

Barry violently sobbed against Oliver's shoulder as he broke down, tears falling onto the crook of the older man's neck. His entire body trembled in fear and anguish. Oliver ran a hand through Barry's hair, patting his back. "Shh," Oliver hushed him. "I'm here."

Barry's knees were shaking; he would have collapsed if it hadnt been for Oliver holding him up. He was obviously traumatized by what had happened. "I-It w-was so b-bad Ollie," he whimpered out. It was probably the worst sound Oliver had ever heard. Never had he ever heard Barry whimper before. Poor kid.

"I know, I know," Oliver whispered. "Shh, I know." He nodded his head. He simply guided Barry to his room, knowing Barry wasn't going anywhere any time soon. He felt compassionate for Barry; he knew what it was like to watch your parent die right in front of you. His father had committed suicide and shot himself in the head. His mother had Slade Wilson drive a sword through her heart right in front of him and his sister. Oliver just recently watched Damien Darkh kill his childhood friend and Laurel had siezed and died in front of his eyes. Oliver simply sat Barry down on his bed and grabbed a t-shirt, helping Barry out of his Flash suit. Once Barry was changed, Oliver pulled the blankets back on his bed and helped him lay down. Barry's sobs were a violent burst of misery against the pillows as Oliver took him by the hand, pushing the younger man's hair back soothingly. It took over an hour for Barry to finally calm down, but when he did, he got up, his face a gaunt green tint. Oliver helped him to the bathroom where Barry proceeded to vomit his stomach lining. Barry continously threw up, the nausea over powering him as he vomited for every time he had suffered. His neck was drenched in sweat. Once Barry was done being sick in the toilet, Oliver helped him to his feet and back to bed. The kid was in for a rough night. Once Barry's head hit the pillow, his eyelids fluttered.

"Relax," Oliver told him. "Rest, just rest."

Barry nodded and proceeded to fall asleep, his breathing slowing. Oliver sighed in relief. Felicity walked into the room hesitantly.

"How is he?" Felicity asked.

"He's not doing so hot. I just stayed with him until he fell asleep," Oliver explained. "God, I can only begin to imagine what's going through his head."

"It's best that he get some sleep. He deserves to get some peace," said Felicity.

Oliver nodded as he watched Barry's sleeping form, his pale face haunting. "God, Barry."

Oliver stayed with the younger man through the night, knowing Barry needed sleep. Oliver allowed himself to drift off to sleep in an arm chair, but was awoken every couple hours or so by Barry screaming in his sleep due to nightmares. He knew Barry was way past his limit and was going to be hurting for a long time.