Hi,

My first "FLASH" fic, done in two parts. Let me know what you think, the second part will be up tomorrow along with the final installment to Global Warming. Please tell me if you like it :)
Rose xx

Barry knew it was going to be a bad day the second he woke up. Not a bad day as in "Oh shit a meta-human is going to attack". No. This was an "I can feel a seizure coming and I have no idea when it will hit". It was the kind of day he would usually call in sick for. But Singh had him on the biggest case he'd ever been trusted with, a series of murders, all young me, all within a lock of each-other, and there was no way Barry was letting the opportunity pass. So, he dressed, ate a power bar in-lei of a normal meal in the hope that if a seizure hit the meal wouldn't make a reappearance. Joe and Iris were both gone by the time he made it to the door, and he slipped out, ignoring the faint feeling of dizziness that swirled in the back of his head.

By the time Barry made it to the building, he was sure that he was going to be fine. Or, at least, he tried to convince himself he was sure. He slipped through the back entrance, sure Joe would spot something off if he walked past the man who had been his father for the past 14 years. He had just settled at his desk when the Captain came in, a fresh case-file in his arms.

Singh crossed through the door to his chronically-late CSI's office, watched as Barry noticed him and stood quickly, chair spinning off behind him. The boy leapt to stop it, stumbled as he did so, but managed to halt its' path careening towards the chemical rack.
"Sir, what can I do for you?"
Singh paused for a moment, scrutinising him.
"You alright Allen?" The boy looked too pale, slightly sweaty around the brow with circles under his eyes. It brought back bad memories of that night, the night Singh had heard the lightning crash, the sound of a thud from upstairs, raced there to find Barry dead- no. No. Not dead. Alive but barely breathing, hovering for nine months in a place neither here nor there. But the kid looked about as bad as he had then and Singh found himself needing the reassurance after having come so close to losing him once before.
Allen smiled, grin lopsided and clumsy as the boy himself was. But there was something…off.
"Fine sir."
Singh hummed, suddenly reluctant to hand over the latest case file, but another man had been murdered and Allen was the best man for the job. "There's been another one. White, 22, at College to become a teacher. Same corner between Jones and Fifteenth as the first one." He offered the manila file, watching carefully as Allen stepped forward to take it. He didn't stumble, took it with a firm grip.
"I want you downstairs and ready to go to the scene in an hour. Look over that, see what you think and then I want you back out there; one of the other CSI's was there earlier but I'm hoping you'll be able to get something he missed."
Allen nodded and Singh turned to leave, resisting the urge to turn and check on the boy one last time.

Barry stared down at the case file in front of him, trying to decipher words from the squiggles that seemed to be moving below him. He licked his lips, but no moisture was produced. Water. He just needed some water, that would clear his head and this mouth wouldn't be so dry. Yep. Water. He stood, noticing for the first time a strange smell in the air. He looked around blearily, trying to figure out if the smell was coming from one of the numerous chemicals that was around the lab. He was sure he should know the smell, but his fuzzy head couldn't connect with what it was. He stumbled towards the water cooler, but each step became heavier and suddenly he was staring at the ceiling and his eyes were rolling widely and then…nothing.

Singh checked his watch, scowling. He and Eddie were waiting for Barry by the car, exactly an hour after he'd been upstairs, just like he'd said. But Barry was nowhere to be seen. When they'd continued to wait for another ten minutes, Singh was done.
"I'm going to get him."
Eddie nodded. "I'll come. I want to see his face when he realises he's late, again."

The two walked upstairs in step, Eddie stopping to pull the door open for his boss. It took a second for Singh to see Allen, and when he did, his heart nearly stopped. There was Allen, no, Barry, because the young kid on the ground was, in that moment, Barry. Not still, but shaking, guttural sounds emitted from his mouth, arms clenching and unclenching against his chest, with legs that banged rhythmically against the ground in some sick version of a metronome.
"Holy shit."

Eddie's voice from behind him broke Singh out of his reverie. He shot forwards, falling to his knees by Barry, nimble fingers gently reaching for the restrictive buttons on his shirt. Eddie was next to him in an instant, the fabric of his balled-up jacket placed on the ground for Singh to slide beneath Barry's head.
"I'll go get Joe."
Singh nodded absentmindedly as his Detective went downstairs, focusing on the seizing kid in front of him. The seizure seemed to be slowing, he noted with relief, the end being punctuated by a strong smell and wet spot appearing on Barry's trousers. Singh grimaced with second hand embarrassment, reaching for his own jacket to provide Barry with a degree of privacy for when he woke up. Which, judging by the twitching in his face, was likely to be any second. Singh reached forward, tipped Barry on is side and gently patted his face.
"Allen. Come on, wake up." Barry's face twitched again, and Singh repeated his call. Suddenly, the twitching in Barry's face spread and his head and neck were jerking, the motion quickly spreading until he was, once more, mid seizure. Words came to Singh's mind surfacing from his last first-aid course.

Status epilepticus.

He cursed, moved back slightly even as he tried to keep Barry in the recovery position. Seconds later, the door crashed open once more, Eddie and Joe practically falling through the door. Joe was by his side within seconds, keen eyes assessing the situation.
"How long has he been seizing?"
"I don't know, but he stopped and started again. We need to call an ambulance."
"No."
Taken aback, Singh allowed his hand to slip off Barry's shoulder.
"What?"
"No. We need to take him to STAR labs."
"Joe, he's seizing, and we don't know why. He needs a hospital."
"He's seizing because he's an epileptic and an idiot, and he needs to go to STAR labs."
"That isn't in his file!"
"I know, because you never would have taken him if he was was young as he was and a medical liability! Now stop arguing, and call Caitlyn Snow on my phone. Eddie, bring a car out front."
Joe was more forceful than Singh had ever heard him, one hand coming to rest on Barry's neck, the other in front of his face, eyes locked onto his watch screen. Following an order he would have rather given, Singh dialed, explaining to a no-nonsense sounding woman what was happening as Eddie raced out the door.

"He's slowing." Joe called, breaking the calming mantra he'd begun in his adopted-son's ear. "When he's in status he usually breaks for less than two minutes so we'll need to move him quick."
Joe was much too practiced for Singh's liking, but nevertheless he cleared the path to the door and as Barry slowed to a stop, Singh helped lift the lanky boy until he was settled in Joe's arms, once more covering his crotch with the jacket; it was going to be embarrassing enough for Barry to be carried, unconscious, past all his co-workers. Joe hurried towards the stairs, made his way quickly through the precinct past the stares and worried questions of cops that also remembered that night with clarity. Eddie was waiting on the curb, doors to the backseat open, engine running. Singh noticed when Barry's face began twitching once more, and hurried to take him from Joe, who settled in the backseat, passed the boy back as he himself slid in, letting Barry's legs come to a rest on his lap. Eddie peeled away from the curb and as Barry's seizure started back up with vengeance, Singh was left to wonder how his bad morning had gotten this much worse.

By the time they pulled up at Star labs, Barry had stopped and started seizing again, and a woman who Singh assumed was Caitlyn Snow was waiting with a wheelchair bound man, a kid Barry's age and a gurney. The doors were torn open and Joe and the young man worked Barry onto the gurney. The latest seizure, while not slowing, was weaker than the ones that had predeceased it. The only thing that was increasing was the moaning, gurgling sounds being emitted from Barry and the small pools of vomit being released periodically as the team attempted to keep Barry's airways from jamming up. Singh and Eddie jogged behind what appeared to be a well-rehearsed crew. Singh followed them, but felt as if he was miles away.

Sooo? And does anyone want to hear the story of Singh finding Barry on 'that' night?
Let me know!