So, this is bad. This is really bad. It's kind of crack, kind of drabble, but hey i already wrote it so why not post it right? Anyway, this is bad. Really bad. Sorry. Will be one more chapter. Don't really have a plot, just kind of went with it. M. Very M. You've been warned. DON'T READ IT IF YOU'RE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH THAT. (Also i've never written anything like this so expect horribleness but warning it's not gonna go where you think it is (muahaha!)) Anyway, so here you go.

Blood dripped down Barry's lip and Caitlin was at his leg and he was trying really hard not to think about the way his shin was skewed off at an angle and how there was blood on his leg and he was pretty sure that might be bone there.

That was when Eddie burst through the doors. Barry felt a surge of relief until he saw his face. It was red, red and angry, and his mouth was set in a scowl and he was yelling even before he reached the bed Barry was lying on.

"How could you be so stupid!" he yelled, "We were there – the police were there, we had him surrounded."

"I –" Barry tried, but he coughed and more blood came up. Caitlin pressed down on his stomach and he winced. She already had an IV in and she was checking his ribs, scanning his chest with some device.

"What were you thinking?" Eddie asked, "You know what, never mind, because you weren't, were you? You never think – you have all that time and you don't think it through – you just rush in playing hero, and you might be fast but you're not invincible, Barry."

"I'm sorry," he choked out. Caitlin pressed on his stomach again and he cried out, turned his head sharply to the side. He bit back another yell while she looked at his shoulder.

"It's dislocated," she said. Barry felt his stomach drop again. "Cracked ribs –but your lungs look OK." She was looking at his mouth now, frowning as she saw the blood dripping out. "Did you bite your mouth?" she asked, "or hit your jaw? Is it coming up your throat?"

"I-I do-on't know," he said, and he coughed again.

Eddie was shaking, right next to him now and there was fear and worry and anger all there. "Don't you ever do something like that again," he said, and he was gripping a little too hard on his wrist, "not when we're there – not when we have things under control, Allen, not when you don't have to take those kinds of risks – God, Barry, sometimes – Agh, sometimes you're just so stupid – you're supposed to be smart, Barry – act like it once in a while."

"Eddie," Barry said, and he closed his eyes. Caitlin was pressing on his throat and neck and oh God, that hurt. He flinched away.

"Stay still, Barry," she said. Another scanner, a prick. He wanted to go home. "Alright, looks like minor wounds there." She moved back to his leg and Barry had to close his eyes again, couldn't look. She touched near his ankle and he almost screamed. He was shaking. Oh, God, it hurt and she didn't have any anesthetics and he was fighting back tears now, now when she wasn't even doing anything.

"Barry, I'm going to start setting the bones," Caitlin said.

"No – no Cait, wait –," he said, panicking.

"You could have killed yourself," Eddie said, looking down at his leg, and he was shaking too, "you're lucky you wound up with just a broken leg – that was a three story drop, you could have snapped your –"

"Eddie, please," Barry burst out, and his eyes watered and he felt a tear slip down his face and he trembled. Eddie stopped abruptly. "I'm sorry," Barry said, "But – but – I-I need –" He broke off in a hiccupping sob, trying to stop himself and failing as Caitlin wrapped her hands around his leg, not even doing anything yet, just preparing. And it hurt so much.

And then Eddie was kneeling next to him, his eyes right next to his, one hand cupped around his face, the other gripping his fingers tightly.

"Hey, hey I'm here," he said, and his voice had changed, soft now, and the lines on his forehead were still creased, but it was different, the anger washing away. "I'm here."

"Hu-urts," Barry said. He closed his eyes and his face was wet and Eddie was pulling his head closer to his shoulder, hand on the back of his head.

"I know, babe. I know, it's alright."

"I'm sorry," Barry said, "I'm sorry, Eddie."

"I know. I know, I'm sorry too, Bar, I'm sorry I got carried away – I was just so scared, and now you're OK and I'm sorry I got so mad, we can talk about it later. I shouldn't have – I shouldn't have done that."

"Please just stay," Barry said.

"I will, babe, I'm not going anywhere."

Cisco ran in then, finally there after they called him. Wells still hadn't made it in yet. "I'm here," he said, running into the room, "I'm here, what – oh holy shit."

"Barry," Caitlin said, "I have to set the bones before they start to heal. Can you try and stay still for me?"

Barry frowned, trembled some more. He didn't want to do this, oh God, he did not want to do this. He felt sick. He thought he might throw up.

"Cisco," Caitlin said, and he walked over, his eyes wide and his face looking a little green. "I need you to hold down his leg," Caitlin said, quietly, trying to say it as softly as possible. Barry still heard and he looked desperately at Eddie, terrified.

"Hey, it's OK," Eddie said, "I'm right here. It's OK. Just relax, babe, it's going to be OK."

"No – no," Barry said.

"Barry," Caitlin said, and he could feel Cisco's hands on him, holding him still. Caitlin gave Eddie a look and then Eddie had moved and he was still gripping Barry's hand, but he had it pinned down now, and his other hand was on his arm, bracing him down. "I'm going to start, now, Barry, OK? Just try and hold still for us, I'll get it done as quick as possible."

Barry closed his eyes and squeezed them shut. Something like a whimper came out of his mouth and Eddie murmured soothing words to him but he didn't hear. Then there was a sickening crunch and Barry screamed.

Eddie had to let go of his hand to push down on his shoulders and Cisco grunted as he thrashed. When he finally stopped he was breathing hard, lying back against the bed, eyes wide open now and staring.

He didn't get a warning the next time, and fire ripped up his leg again. He cried out and screamed and somehow managed to get his fingers gripped in the front of Eddie's shirt, probably ripping it, and he was vibrating, shaking so hard it had turned into vibrations running up his body and when Caitlin made another adjustment he opened his mouth but passed out before the scream could pass his lips.

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When Barry next woke up there was a fuzzy numbness around him and the feeling of floating. Barry wondered why no one who ever described that never mentioned the stomach churning wrongness that floating induced.

He groaned, tried to open his eyes. The floating, or maybe it was closer to falling, feeling got worse, and then stabs of pain mixed in. The fuzzy numb part was rapidly fading and he found himself clinging to it. Instead he became aware of a pounding in his head and a burning, itching, stabbing pain that consumed his leg, not to mention a dozen other places where it felt like needles were stabbing into him.

"Barry," someone said. Barry moved his head a little. Ow. That hurt. He kept his eyes closed, willing himself to fall back into whatever had gripped him before.

"Barry, can you open your eyes for me?" Caitlin. Probably Caitlin. The events came back to his mind, and he remembered why his leg was hurting so badly and a surge of fear went through him, mixed with dread. He didn't want to deal with that right now, please not right now, please let him fall back asleep.

But it was becoming rapidly clear that he would not be that lucky, as the sensations came into a crisper focus. He opened his eyes.

"Hey, Barry," Eddie said, and his vision was filled with him and Caitlin, and he became aware of a hand in his, Eddie's. "How you feeling?" he asked.

"Awful," Barry got out. He coughed. His chest protested. He tried to sit up, to move his leg which was burning, and the pain made him gasp.

"It's gonna be a few more hours before your leg heals enough to move you, honey," Caitlin said, going around to his other side.

Barry coughed again, and then winced. He tried to move his other arm but it was still on fire.

"Is it –"

"Dislocated," Caitlin said. She took her arm in her hands.

"No," Barry said, looking over at her, face crumpling.

"I'm not putting it back in right now," Caitlin said, "You have some internal organ damage, and we're gonna wait until that's done before we pop your shoulder back in."

Barry relaxed a little at that. She moved a few rolled up towels around his arm, keeping it in place.

"It hurts," Barry said, looking over at Eddie.

"I know, babe," Eddie said, "you've got a few more hours then it'll all start feeling better."

Barry was fighting back tears. He was breathing hard, trying to gain some sort of grip on himself, but the pain kept crashing into him and it wouldn't stop.

"Hey, easy there," Eddie said, frowning down at him. Barry gripped down hard on his hand, squeezed his eyes shut. "Barry," Eddie said, and his voice had gone back to that Detective Thawne mode, "Breathe slower. There you go, come on, I know you can."

"Eddie, it hurts," Barry said, and he buried his face in the pillow, turning towards it, towards him.

"I know, babe," Eddie said, and then his hand was on his head, in his hair and Barry wanted to go home. "I know, it's gonna be alright. You just hang in there."

Barry was making little gasping sobs now, trying to stop and failing. Eddie kept stroking his hair, rubbing circles on the back of his hand with his thumb.

"I can feel it healing," Barry said, voice verging on hysterical. Eddie's stomach clenched.

"I know it probably feels weird but that's a good thing, Bar. The faster you heal the faster the pain will go down."

"But it burns," Barry said. It was an itchy tightness, like his tendons were stretching thin.

"Just your body healing," Eddie said soothingly. "It'll only start feeling better from here."

"My shoulder," Barry said pitifully.

"We'll have to pop it back in," Eddie said, "but we won't do that till you're feeling better."

"I got the TV," Cisco said, suddenly appearing in the doorway, rolling a large flat screen in on a rolling cart. It was hooked up to a DVD player.

"There, see," Eddie said, "Cisco's going to set you up with a movie while you wait. All you have to do is relax."

"Cait," Barry said, looking desperately at her, "can't you give me something? Anything?"

Her face twisted. "I'm sorry, Barry, but the amount you would need just to keep the pain away for more than a couple seconds would kill you before you could absorb it. It'll be better in a couple hours."

"Can't you knock me out," Barry said, "Hit me on the head. I don't care."

"You already have a concussion," Caitlin said, "I'm not making it worse."

"Please," Barry said. He turned to Eddie. "Please? Do you have your Taser? Can you knock me out with that?"

"Probably wouldn't knock you out, just wind up hurting more" Eddie said, "you really don't want to get hit with one, Barry."

So Barry gave up and suffered through about two hours of the itchy, stabbing pain. He fell into a fitful sleep after that, while they were on the second movie. He woke up again about an hour later and stayed awake. By that time his leg was a lot better.

"Alright, Barry," Caitlin said, "I'm going to unstrap your leg from the board we have it on." She started moving around it, and Barry winced. He gripped hard on Eddie's hand, but the agonizing pain he was expecting didn't come. Caitlin did a few more checks, on his legs, and then over his chest with the scanner. He had stopped coughing a while ago.

"Alright," Caitlin said, "I think we're going to pop that shoulder back in now, Barry."

Barry knew it was coming but that still didn't stop the dread climbing up his throat.

"Just a little longer," Barry said, "Not yet."

"It's time to get it done, Barry," Caitlin said.

"No," Barry whined, "just ten more minutes, please."

"Barry, let's just get it over with," Eddie said, "Just look over here at me."

"No – no Eddie, it's going to hurt," he said.

"I know, babe, but we have to do it anyway."

Barry whimpered and Eddie wrapped an arm around him. "Come here, Bar," he said, and Barry's face was up against his shoulder and the pillow, hand clenched tightly on his. "You've done it before," Eddie said, "you can do it again. Just stay right here with me."

Eddie watched as Caitlin moved his arm into position and Barry winced and made small noises of pain against him. She pulled back and Eddie felt Barry go tense, and then there was a pop and Barry was screaming.

And then he was clawing at Eddie, hand grabbing at his shirt, yelling loudly.

"Shh, I know, Bar. It's alright. It's all done. You did great – all over now."

Once Barry had settled down enough Caitlin did a few checks on his arm, made him roll his shoulder, move it around, and Barry cringed and protested. It took a lot of coaxing from both Caitlin and Eddie to get him to move his arm at all.

"It was out of the socket for a while," Caitlin said, "so it's going to be sore. Even for you, it might be a couple days." Barry groaned.

"You wanna try getting up?" Caitlin asked.

"No," Barry said. He was still curled up against Eddie. His leg was off the board now and he had moved it hesitantly with him.

"Come on, Bar," Eddie said, nudging him. "Just sit up."

Barry did, and his body protested. He just wanted to lie back down, But Eddie kept nudging him and Caitlin kept coaxing and they got him to try and stand up. Barry's leg buckled and if it weren't for Caitlin he would have fallen.

Caitlin frowned and felt along the bones, got another scanner. "The bone is healed," Caitlin said, "but there's tissue damage. It'll probably be at least another day for that to heal. It won't be one hundred percent for at two a day, maybe even three."

She strapped a brace over it, then gave him a sling for his arm. He couldn't use crutches with the sling on, and although after a couple more attempts, he could walk, it hurt to do so. Eddie ended up taking him to the car in a wheelchair.

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By noon the next day, Barry was sore all over but feeling much better. And also not at all happy with being cooped up in an apartment with explicit instructions to stay off his leg.

Barry played with the straps on the brace for his leg.

"It stays on," Eddie said, without looking up from the book he was reading.

"It hurts."

"Still stays on."

"The straps are too tight."

"It's how Caitlin set them. It stays tight."

Barry started to shrug the sling over his head, instead.

"Stays on too," Eddie said.

"But –"

"On."

Barry huffed. He was bored. He had gotten sick of sitting watching movies a while ago. He had slept horribly, but wasn't tired anymore, and his vision had started blurring after reading for too long. He leaned against Eddie, who didn't move, just accommodated him by shifting his shoulder slightly.

Barry laid his head back, then shifted closer. He looked up. Eddie broke eye contact from the book, looked back over at him. Barry leaned forward and started kissing his neck.

"Babe," Eddie said. Barry kept going, kissing up his neck to his jawline. Eddie let out a breath. Barry quickened he pace. "Barry," Eddie tried again, but Barry went for his mouth. Whatever he was going to say was lost as Eddie leaned right back into the kiss. Barry found hands in his hair, then on his back, and Barry was leaning closer, up on one knee, the other deadweight one leaning down off the couch, one hand planted over Eddie's knee. As they kept kissing his hand moved up his thigh and then to the hem of his shirt, and Barry's fingers were on Eddie's skin, warm and searching. And Eddie broke away.

"Barry, we can't," he said, but Barry ignored him, kissed his jaw, then his mouth. His fingers went up over Eddie's stomach, his chest, and then back down, slipping under the edge of his sweatpants, just over the top of his thigh, fingers slipping with the curve of his leg –"

"Barry," Eddie said, forcing him to stop kissing. he held his shoulders with his hands, keeping him away for a moment, but Barry's hand was still on his leg. "We can't," Eddie said, trying to sound firmer this time. "You're still healing."

Barry whined. "We're just kissing."

"Yes," Eddie said, and slipped one hand down to Barry's, fingers covering his own. "But you won't stop at that, will you?"

Barry tried to duck in, to kiss him again but Eddie leaned away.

"Come on, Eddie," Barry said. His fingers stretched down, suddenly lower and Eddie caught his wrist, a harsh breath coming out of his mouth but not moving it away. Barry smirked.

"You're healing," Eddie said carefully, "Caitlin will throw a fit if you do anything remotely physical."

The smirk widened. "Then you can do all the work for me," Barry said.

Eddie pulled Barry's hand out from underneath the sweatpants, kept it still in his own, even if there might have been a tent starting to form there. "You vibrate," Eddie said.

Barry frowned. "I'm getting better at that," he said, and he was. He only did it about half the time now, could control it much better.

"You can't be moving your leg out –"

"Please," Barry said, leaning forward, "I won't vibrate." He managed to get close enough for a kiss. "Or move my leg." Eddie's grip on his wrists slackened. "And you." He was kissing back. "I'll be nice and still," he murmured against his lips, "and you can do whatever you want."

Alright, Eddie was only human after all. Barry gave out a yelp as he found himself being lifted up into the air, Eddie carrying him, one arm under his knees, the other his back, into the bedroom. He put him down gently on the bed, and then went straight back to kissing Barry heatedly.

Barry was lying on his back and Eddie had a knee between his legs, the other on the side, holding himself up off of Barry's chest while making his way down his neck nipping at the skin. He stopped long enough to get rid of his shirt, and then Barry's, before moving down his chest. Barry took in gasping breaths as Eddie seemed to move over every inch of his skin.

"Eddie," Barry whined. He gave a little jerk upwards and Eddie was suddenly up, looming over him.

"No moving," he said. Barry swallowed. Eddie moved back down, hooked one finger under the edge of the Star labs sweatpants he was wearing. "or we stop," he said, looking up at Barry, and now it was Eddie who was smirking, "and I'll leave you just like this."

Barry groaned. "You're evil."

"You wanted this," Eddie said, teasing the sweatpants down. He got rid of his own, kicking them off, but only moved Barry's down to his knee. The brace was on over the rest of it.

"Can't I just take it off for a little bit?" Barry said.

"No," Eddie said, and his hand moved down, just ghosting over his thighs, his stomach.

"Stop teasing," Barry said, shuddering. Eddie grinned and palmed him lightly through the material of his boxers. Barry let out another gasp.

"Eddie," he whined, "I'll start vibrating."

"Then we'll have to stop."

"Eddie."

Eddie got rid of his own boxers, started touching himself and all Barry could do was watch.

When he started to sit up, tried to get to him, Eddie's hands pushed him back.

"Don't make me tie you up," he said. Barry's heart thudded faster. He squirmed, fighting back the energy that would make him burst into vibrations.

"You can't… say things like that," Barry said, breathless, "and expect me to n – oh, God – no- not vibrate."

"Do I need to stop, Barry?" His voice was sarcastic, taunting.

"Bastard."

Eddie grinned, lazily pushed down the boxers, brought one finger along him. Barry shuddered, gasped, bit down and had to stop himself from bucking upwards. Eddie kept teasing him, tiny touches, light. Barry got frustrated, tried to reach down to touch himself and Eddie batted his hand away.

"Nope," he said. Barry made a frustrated noise.

"Come on, Eddie." He got a drag of a finger and he groaned. "Please Eddie – Oh, God, pleas-" Barry vibrated.

And then he screamed.

Eddie was jumping to the side, over at Barry's head as Barry's eyes screwed shut, good leg bent and tensed, hands grabbing at the sheets, every feeling of heat, every desperate need gone, and Barry was screaming. "Eddie, it hurts – Eddie, it hu-urts!" His voice dragged out in the cry.

"Where, Barry, what happened? Where does it hurt? Shh, babe, you've gotta calm down, I'm right here."

But Barry was crying, breaths harsh. "Leg," he said, "my leg. Ed-Eddie. Hurts. Th-the brace – take it off – take it off!"

"I can't Barry – what's going on? Please, Bar, calm down."

"Caitlin," Barry said, "Now. Caitlin."

Eddie fumbled on the nightstand for his phone, grabbed it and found the number.

"Hello?"

"Something happened to Barry. I need you to come over, now," Eddie said, voice panicked. He was still trying to console Barry, who hadn't stopped crying, was more like wailing.

"What happened?" she said.

"I don't know," Eddie said, "he – I think he vibrated."

"You think?"

"I'm pretty sure."

"Why was he vibrating?"

"Uh…"

"… Oh my God, are you serious – are two really serious right now. You can't go one day – one day –"

"Caitlin," Eddie said, cringing, "yell later. Car now."

"Alright, alright, I'm on my way, what's he saying?"

"He's more screaming," Eddie said, but even as he said it the yells died down, Barry going tense and shaking, still crying but now silent.

"Hey, Bar, does it feel any better?"

Barry shook his head. "It hurts," he said, voice a whisper. He grabbed onto Eddie's hand, shook some more. "Brace. Please."

"He wants to take the brace off."

"Absolutely not."

Eddie turned back to Barry. "I'm sorry, Bar, it has to stay on."

That got him another wail and Barry's hands clawed at him. He fought with the sling.

Eddie had to put the phone down to restrain him.

"Bar – Barry, stop. I need you to stay still. You'll hurt yourself more, you understand me? You'll hurt yourself more and then we'll have to deal with that too. Stop fighting."

Barry gave up, arms going limp and Eddie felt bad, but he had to get him to stop. He grabbed the phone again.

"What can I do?" Eddie asked.

"Get him some ice."

"I'll be right back, babe," Eddie said, disappearing into the kitchen. He came back with frozen peas and a bag of French fries.

"Put them on his leg," Caitlin said, "but if that causes him any more pain take them off immediately."

Eddie settled them onto his leg, and Barry didn't object so he left them there.

"Try and get him to move his leg," Caitlin said, "see if he can bend it."

"Barry," Eddie said, "can you bend your leg a little sweetheart?"

"No," Barry said, hiccupped. He finally opened his eyes, and the pain there made Eddie want to throw up. There was a wash of guilt and oh God, this was his fault, he should have stopped them, he should have never had –

"Eddie, hurts," Barry said. Eddie wiped a hand over his face. Right. Boyfriend in agonizing pain now. Drowning in guilt later.

"I know, Bar, can you try and move your leg a little bit, just a little, tiny bit?"

Barry shook his head.

"Take his leg carefully and just bend it at the knee a little bit," Caitlin said.

"Is that going to hurt him?" Eddie asked, tried to be quiet.
"Yes."

"And –"

"Yes, I need you to."

Eddie took a long breath. "Babe, I've gotta do something in a sec, alright. Just hang in there."

"What? Eddie – Eddie no!" His voice verged on panic; he tried to sit up.

"I want you to take in a deep breath," Eddie said, his voice firm. Barry's back hi the bed again, giving up. Tears leaked from his eyes and he was shaking in frustration and dread and fear, but he did what Eddie said.

Eddie slid his hand under his knee. He pushed upwards, holding his shin down.

Barry screamed, thrashed, immediately jerked upwards to a sitting position.

"OK, OK, it's done – I'm done," Eddie said. He let go of his leg, grabbed the phone while trying to comfort Barry.

"Did you feel any resistance?" Caitlin asked.

"No – no I don't think so."

"How's his leg now?"

"What do you mean?"

"Is it still bent or did he move it back."

Eddie looked over. "Still bent."

"… OK… that's not good. Move it back."

And there was another agonized scream ripped from his boyfriend's mouth and Eddie felt like shit, but he had to be there for Barry right now, he could beat himself up later.

"I'll be there in five," Caitlin said, and then she hung up.

Yep so, i'm evil, and there will be one more chapter? Probably? Because now i started so in my mind i have to finish even if it is awful. Sorry - i like hurt Barry and Thallen too much and then someone gave me a keyboard and here we are now. But if you read all that then THANKS FOR READING! (you should review if you did like it - or if you didn't - tell me everything you hate, constructive criticism is appreciated!) OK, bye.