Hm, yeah, no I lied. This is from Barry's POV. Sorry… kinda.

Now you know where almost everybody (except Diggle) stands (… in their minds) This is one POV of Barry and This is another POV of Barry, like everybody else's.

Disclaimer:Don't own Arrow


You know that feeling you get when you hit your elbow right on the funny bone? Yeah, thats exactly how I felt, except all over my body, amplified by a million.

I try to think about what happened before the world went black. I was…

Calling Felicity and flirting with her… She probably thinks that your a loser that doesn't deserve her! Wait, when did I become such a pessimist?

I hung up the phone, was settling in to my lab, turned on the TV, and… my world goes black.

I should remember what happened! I should know why my world is black! Hell, my world shouldn't be black!

There was a storm! A lightning storm! Yes, and I was opening the sun-roof-like-thingy… I was holding on to metal when lightning hit! I was hit with lighting!… Well, more like electrocuted, since the metal was hit, and I was holding it. Wait, am I dead?!

Is this what being dead feels like?

"Barry… Oh Barry. What did you do to yourself?" I hear an angel ask. "I don't know if you can hear me, cause your the scientist, and I'm the MIT graduate, so I kinda searched up coma symptoms. They say you can hear everything going on. I don't know if this is true, so I'm just going to assume that you can't hear me. Well, maybe you can hear me right now, but you'll forget when you wake up. If you wake up." The angel pauses. "I'm sorry Barry, but I can't do this right now. I thought I could, but I can't. Bye."

No! Don't leave me alone to my thoughts!

I try to call the angel back, but to no avail. My vocal cords do not work.

I can only hope and pray for the angel to come back. Wait...

Does Felicity know of my condition? Maybe she could tell me, because I have idea what is wrong with me. Would she care? Would she overreact? Would she come and see me?

No, thats crazy, we only met last week.

Yeah, but you'd go for her.

Maybe cause I fall fast. I'm like a stalker!

Mhm, stop trying to change the subject. I know all your greatest hopes and fears, I have them too, remember. The tone is softer… if that makes sense. Which it doesn't, but if I died, I couldn't very well be crazy, right?

Lets just hope she comes, alright? Hope… And pray


Was that angst-y? I don't know why, but everything I write starts to take a dark turn… Don't worry, I'll try my hardest to put some fluff in there.