Barry whump, flarrow- Sagitarscorpion1

In which Barry caught typhoid before he got his powers back and he doesn't feel the symptoms before now.

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Barry closed the file he had been staring emptily at for about ten minutes now. He couldn't seem to focus on anything at all today. He leaned back in his chair and ran a hand down his face, sighing deeply. There was still time before he could actually leave the department and Singh wanted two of the cases delivered to him as soon as possible, which was his version of "Today, Allen!".

Barry rubbed his burning eyes and forced himself to reopen the file and start writing everything he'd gathered, and he started with the fingerprints on the victim's bag.

He hadn't even known that he'd fallen asleep until the end of the day when Joe came up to his lab. He had been snoring quietly, sprawled over his desk and drooling over the file. Joe shook him gently, chuckling. "Tired day?"

Barry looked up groggily, feeling slightly nauseous. "Mhmm." He then cursed loudly, head turning to look at the paper on his desk which was now supporting a wet drool stain. "I haven't finished them up. Oh man, Singh's gonna kill me."

Joe frowned. "Why don't you just-" he leaned down and said pointedly, "use super speed."

Barry nodded, knowing it was his only way of finishing this before Singh came up to check on him. Hell, the guy wouldn't even let him leave this building without the two cases. The thing was, ever since this morning Barry couldn't stop himself from becoming dizzy and feeling like a wreck every time he used sharp and fast actions. His super speed was a large factor in that category. But nonetheless, he finished both cases in five minutes thanks to his ability. Joe chuckled. "Man, I wish everyone in this department had super speed."

Barry gave him a look before leaning over his desk to catch his breath. His head spun and he squeezed his eyes shut to try to dull the throbbing pain behind them. Joe's smile immediately dropped and he looked genuinely concerned now. "You okay, Bar?"

Barry nodded, not wanting to start a whole new topic abut this. He probably ate too little today causing his metabolism to act out. "I'm fine," he said quietly, grabbing his jacket and putting it on. He grabbed the two finished files and followed a suspicious Joe out of his lab. A few meals would fix it all up. Or that's what he thought.

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Two days later

Barry walked into STAR labs and plopped down on one of the chairs. "Anything new?"

"Nope," Cisco mumbled, lips around the straw to his cold coffee. "It's silent. Too silent."

Barry closed his eyes and sighed. "I feel like Zoom's waiting something out."

Cisco hummed in agreement and Barry reopened his eyes. "Have you seen my dad?"
The absence of his father was evident. Barry had been extremely happy that he was staying, and Henry had come to like Star labs a lot. Jesse and Harry were nowhere to be seen either.

"He said something about Joe inviting him to eat dinner. Jesse and Harry went out for big belly burger, by the way," Cisco replied, almost like he'd read Barry's mind.

"And you didn't join them?" Barry asked tiredly, grimacing when another pounding headache started to form.

"Nah, thought they would like some alone father-daughter time. Besides, it was either join Dante' on a cousins bar mitzvah or stay here and watch The Walking Dead, which you are interrupting quite a lot, so shhh."

Barry closed his eyes again and tried to sleep. Maybe sleeping it out would make the headache lessen. Unfortunately, he couldn't drift off because of said headache. "Hey, where are the aspirins?" he asked.

Cisco paused the screen and took off his earbud. He swirled in his seat so that he was glaring at Barry. "Okay, what's your problem?"

Barry rested his head on the desk as each wave of pain felt like someone was using a hammer to pound the insides of his skull. "Aspirin," he gasped.

Though he couldn't see Cisco's face, Barry knew he had started to worry him. "You ok-"

"Can I just get something for my headache?" Barry snapped, a wave of nausea taking over. "Oh yeah, okay." Cisco scrambled from his seat and hurried over to the med-bay. He returned with a glass of water and an aspirin. Barry gratefully gulped the whole glass along with the tablet, closing his eyes again because the bright lights in the cortex were not helping.

Just then, Cisco's phone rang. He walked over and grabbed it, eyes lightning up when he saw the caller. "It's Felicity."

Barry hummed that he was listening, though he had rested his head on his crossed arms on the desk, eyes closed. Cisco answered the phone, his voice filling the cortex. "Heey Felicity."
"Yeah, no, I don't know. Yup, he's sitting right beside me."
Cisco chuckled. "No way, you can't borrow him. You have the Arrow."

"Okay, fine. But only if he says yes."

Cisco nudged him and Barry looked up slowly, squinting his eyes becuase of the harsh light. "It's for you."

Barry sat up and brought the phone to his ear, clearing his scratchy throat before answering. "Hello?"

"Here, now it's your turn," Felicity's distant voice could be heard.

"Felcity, I'm slightly busy right now," Oliver replied back. Barry frowned. "Uh hello, guys...?"

"Time for you to ask for your own help," Felicity retorted, and Barry looked up at Cisco, but he had returned to watching his show.

"Helloooo?" he spoke into the phone. "Felicity?"

"Hello, Barry. It's Oliver."

Barry smiled despite feeling under the weather. "Hey Olli, what can I do to help?"

"We have a situation going on," Oliver said.

"What kind of situation?" Barry asked.

"A situation which suits your line of work."

"You have a meta problem?" Barry asked, amusement evident in his voice.

There was a slight pause before Oliver agreed. "Yes. Her name is Bianca and she can jump through time."

"Wow, she must be crazy for you to call us," Barry said, enjoying teasing Oliver for what it was worth. The dude never asked for help.

"Well, we've been quite busy," Oliver said grimly. Barry pursed his lips. After Laurel's death it was evident the chase after Darhk was persistent and more determined than ever. "How are you doing?"

"I'm fine."

Barry rolled his eyes, rubbing them immediately after . "Okay, I'll take that with a grain of salt. Still planning on killing Da-"

"So can you come over and help?" Oliver cut him off and he sighed. Could he? It was quiet here in Central City and it would be cool to hang out with Team Arrow again. Besides, if anything happened he could just run back. It was also an excuse to get away from STAR labs. Barry knew Cisco wasn't an idiot and would tell his dad or Harry about how he was feeling. He was fine, he had just eaten something bad maybe. Or caught a cold. A voice in the back of his head warned him, you don't get sick or catch a cold.

"Yeah, I can," Barry answered, ignoring the voice.

"Good, thanks."

"No problem. See you...tomorrow then?" Barry asked uncertainly. He'd have to tell everyone at home that he was going to Star City.

"Great, tomorrow it is," Oliver agreed. They said their goodbyes before Barry hung up. He the turned to Cisco, or rather Cisco had already turned to him. "You said yes. Uh no. You need to stay here. What if Zoom suddenly attacks? You just got your speed back."

"Cisco, it's been three days since I got my speed back. I'll be fine," Barry tried to assure him. "Just don't tell the others about what happened today."

Cisco raised an eyebrow and Barry smiled nervously. "Please? It's nothing, and they'll only get worried."

Even though Cisco didn't look convinced, he nodded slowly. Barry nodded back in gratitude and leaned back in his chair. Maybe something fresh and not stressful would make him feel better. The last few weeks had been hectic after all.

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Things did not get better, to say the least. He arrived in Star City the next day after eating dinner with Joe, Iris, Wally and his dad. They'd explained to Wally that he was traveling to Star City for a case since he still didn't know about him being the Flash and Joe wanted to keep it that way.

Barry tried to catch his breath as he took the elevator down to the bunker. He felt extremely claustrophobic for some reason and took off his jacket, wiping his clammy hands off on his jeans. The doors slid open and Oliver stood in front of him, smiling. "Barry, hey."

Barry swallowed the billious taste in his mouth and forced a smile. "Hi Olli."
He shouldered his backpack and Oliver led him inside. Felicity spun in her chair and walked over to him, her heels clicking on the floor. "Finally, it feels like it's been forever since I last saw you."

She hugged him tightly and Barry smiled genuinely, hugging her back. "Yeah, I was..busy."

Felicity studied his face. "You okay? Look a little winded."

"No, I'm fine," Barry said, taking a breath. "I'd just like a glass of water. Running all the way here is exhausting."

Someone snorted from behind them. "And I'm still not used to it."
Barry turned around and shook hands with Diggle. "How you doing?"

"Good, you?" Barry answered, hoping his hands weren't too clammy.

"Difficult times, these days," Diggle said with a sigh. Barry nodded. "Yeah, Oliver told me." He turned back to Felicity. "So, what exactly can this meta do?"

Felicity snapped out of a daze and jumped. "Wait, your water."

Barry couldn't help but grin as she went to fetch it for him. "Good to know much hasn't changed."

Oliver nodded, sighing. Barry stared at him. Losing someone like Laurel must have had some impact on him, but Oliver was still able to keep his emotions in check. Barry didn't even know how the guy did it.

He went over and placed his backpack on the ground, next to the pillar. He followed Oliver and Diggle to the chairs and the three of them sat down. The two explained everything about the meta-human who had always been a resident of Star City, but had gone to Central City to visit her grandparents. When she came back, her parents had been killed by Darhk. Barry kinda lost them after that. He tried to focus, really, he did. But the pounding headache and the bad feeling in his stomach distracted him. He kind of regretted agreeing to this in case he messed things up. Barry clenched his jaw, trying to keep his stomach's contents in his stomach.

"Barry?"

Barry snapped out of his thoughts, eyes landing on a pitcher of lemonade and Felicity holding out a glass. "Oh, thanks."

"You kind of just zoned out," Felicity said, smiling. She tilted her head. "You sure you okay?"

Barry cleared his throat and smiled. "Yeah, I'm Fine."

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The next morning, Barry felt like he was dying. He turned onto his stomach as he coughed badly, somehow developing a fit. That's what woke him up in the first place. He'd forgotten how painful it was to the throat and stomach. To top it all off, his nose felt stuffed and fuzzy, making his head feel heavy. Deciding that he should fetch himself some water before things went even more downhill, Barry dragged himself out of bed. His coughing stopped ands or a second and he gasped, taking a long breath before it started again. In his pajamas, Barry hurried down the stairs, ignoring the dizziness and the yellow spots clouding his vision. He got to the kitchen and began to search through the cabinets for a glass. After finding one and filling it to the top, he began to gulp down every sip of the cool and refreshing liquid. His coughing eventually stopped and he cleared his throat, grimacing at the dryness of it despite drinking so much water. How had he developed a cold over night?

"That was quite a sore throat," Oliver commented, walking over with a mug in his hands. Since Barry had nowhere to sleep except the option of renting a room in a hotel, Oliver offered him to stay in his apartment. Since his breakup with Felicity, he was the only one who lived there except Thea. She had moved back in after Laurel's death.

Barry nodded, shrugging. "I think I caught a cold," he said, sniffing to prove the point of his stuffed noise. Oliver frowned. "You've never been sick before, right?"

Barry shrugged. "I used to get sick before becoming a speedster, but my healing abilities doesn't allow me to get sick."

Oliver nodded, drinking the rest of what was in his mug before placing it in the sink. "We tracked down Bianca last night, but you were out like light so we decided to try to catch her on our own." Oliver sighed. "She jumps seconds or minutes forward or back, making it confusing to understand her next move. Since you're so good with that," Oliver raise an eyebrow, "and have travelled through time, maybe you would have better luck with her."

"I don't get it, what does she do?" Barry asked, leaning back on the kitchen counter.

"She steals from Darhk and kills all his men, but she also happens to cause casualties along the way. Her need for revenge blinds her," Oliver explained. "Either way, I can't have her wreaking havoc as well as having Darhk on the loose."

Barry nodded in understanding, closing his eyes briefly. He'd have to do it. He'd have to suck up all the problems he had while using his powers and help them catch Bianca. And then after that, he'd have to figure out what was wrong with him.

I think this will become into a two shot.
Also, the rest of the request will be written next week because this upcoming week is full of finals ?ugh the end of the years is so stressful. And if you also read my other book, Unfortunately, the next update will be after my finals unfortunately. Haha, excuse the pun.
Please review and tell me what you think, and whether I should continue or not! (: