What is this nonsense? We're already on chapter nine? Where did the week go?

Haha, just kidding guys. Sometimes I just forget what day it is and they all start to blend in with each other. I'm sure I'm not the only one this happens to though. How's everyone's Thursday been? Mine has been soo exhausting, worse than yesterday, but here I am once more!

As always, thanks for the love guys. All these follows and favorites and reviews! You're all too kind.

*~*~ToL~*~*

Persephone's temporary wheelchair is parked next to Barry's bedside, and she watches his figure, completely still aside from the rise and fall of his chest. Her face is etched with the worry she feels inside, and her hand is clutching his cool one desperately.

"I don't understand," she murmurs, "how did this happen? What happened that night?"

Iris and Joe glance at each other. As soon as they had told Persephone that Barry was also in a coma, the older West twin refused to go home until she saw her best friend. By the time they reached S.T.A.R. Labs, Persi was beside herself with worry, imagining all the situations that could have Barry could have gotten himself into to land himself into a coma.

In her frantic worry, it seemed to have slipped her mind that she herself just woke up from a coma.

"We don't know, exactly," Iris answers honestly. "All we know is that he was hit by lightning, but aside from that we don't know how it happened. It was just a freak accident, just like yours."

Persephone's eyes flash in anger, "None of this would have happened if that particle accelerator hadn't been turned on –"

"Whoa whoa there," Francisco Ramon, who stands in the background to give the small family some privacy, finally speaks up, "No need to point fingers alright? We know what happened was awful, and we're terribly sorry, but we're trying our best to fix our mistakes." Dr. Caitlyn Snow, who holds a patient file in her hands as she does her routine check-up on Barry, nods apologetically.

Persephone bites her lip, ashamed of her outburst. "I'm sorry," she concedes, "I just…it's so hard, seeing him just lying here, almost lifeless…he's always so full of life! Even when…" She trails off, clutching at his hand tighter, not at all bothered by the cold clamminess of his skin.

"Even when he had nothing to live for," she thinks to herself.

Caitlyn reaches forward earnestly, reassuring as best as she can. "We're doing everything we can to get him out of this coma, I promise you. You'll see him full of life soon enough."

The wheelchair-bound twin smiles in thanks for Caitlyn's comfort and leans forward to place a kiss on Barry's cheek. "Better wake up soon Allen," she whispers as her lips linger on his unshaven cheek. "I already miss you."

With that, the West family (minus one) bid Cisco and Caitlyn adieu and head home to get some rest after an exciting day. Persephone thanks the duo once more for taking care of her best friend, and is wheeled out of the facility.

As they leave, the building, another wheelchair, more technologically advanced than the former, rolls out of the shadows and comes to a stop right beside Cisco. Harrison Wells' gaze is sharp, watching the retreating family.

"Well," Cisco laughs nervously, "good to know they're all a bunch of spitfires, huh?"

He trails off awkwardly as neither of his coworkers respond audibly. Caitlyn deems his comment worthy of nothing more than an eye-roll, and Harrison's eyes remain glued to the West's backs.

"Finally," he thinks, his eyes glinting victoriously, although his face remains impassive, "Finally I can have you all to myself."

*~*~ToL~*~*

Oooo, Dr. Wells/Dr. Thawne, who do you have your eye on? Ah, I'm sure it's pretty obvious to you guys, so I won't tease you too much.

I got a PM from AmyRoxx about checking out some of her fics, and it made me feel like such a terrible "active" author! Guys, please, if you want me to read something of yours, or something you've been reading that you really like, please let me know! As long I'm familiar to the canon world, I'll give it a shot.