The ending to this isn't too great, but I didn't feel like rewriting anything. So here we go! The last chapter to this fic!

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"Wally, hey," Iris said, dragging out her words a bit, silently letting Barry know Wally was there.

Barry turned his head as fast as he could (normal speed) to the door to find Wally trying to get in.

That's when Wally noticed Barry.

"What are you still doing here? I tell you to leave and no one hears from you for over a week? What the hell man, did you die or something?"

Um... yea

"Wally, enough!" Joe shouted. He was not about to tell his new son everything that happened, but he was not going to tolerate this. "Don't talk to Barry like that, you never know if it could be something serious or not, which it was!" Joe shouted angrily.

"He just goes off the grid without telling us, and all of a sudden he's watching whatever the hell's on the T.V. right now?" Wally demands. He then walked forward and noticed the wheelchair.

"What's with the wheelchair, man?" He asked as if the last few minutes didn't happen.

"Part of that something serious Joe was talking about," Barry said, turning the wheelchair to face him.

But sitting up with a broken back hurt like hell.

"Joe, can you move me to the couch?" Barry asked. Joe hurriedly walked over to him.

"Sure, Barr," he said. He nodded to Iris for help (Barry's a 27 year old man, Joe can't lift him by himself), causing Iris to lose her perch by the door to go help.

Joe grabbed underneath his arms, and Iris grabbed his legs.

"Need any help, guys?" Wally asked, slightly uncomfortable.

"No, we've got it," Joe said. "Alright, lift him on three," Joe told Iris.

"One, two, three," Joe grunted the last number as the duo lifted Barry from his (or Wells') wheelchair and moved him to the couch.

"You good, Barr?" Joe asked,

"Peachy," Barry said.

For the next few minutes, Joe and Iris were busy making sure Barry was comfortable. When they were done, Wally decided to speak up.

"So, can you guys explain to me what's going on?"

Joe and Iris looked at each other. They were not going to tell Wally what happened, if anything. They'd just have to... modify the truth a bit.

Yea, that'll work.

"Barry got in an accident..." Joe started. "He did serious damage to his back, but it's nothing permanent." That was all Wally was going to get.

Wally nodded his head, not quite believing him.

Iris looked at Barry to notice he rolled his sleeves up.

Nope, can't let him do that now, can she?

Or at least not with long sleeves. He can wear a t-shirt all the same, Caitlin told Iris and Joe he wasn't allowed to roll sleeves up, that's all.

"Barry, are you hot? Do you need me to get a T-Shirt?" She asked, voice full of concern. Barry nodded his head.

Iris went upstairs, thinking about the big scar where the burn was.

She got to Barry that night right before they gave him a skin graft, so she saw the burn all too well.

It looked awful, and recent, too. The scars around it also looked terrible.

There were so many scars, god there was so many. Both arms were covered in the white lines, and, according to Caitlin, his upper legs were too, as well as some of his lower torso.

Iris grabbed a S.T.A.R. Labs T-shirt from Barry's dresser and brought it downstairs, where Wally was making something for himself in the kitchen (Barry ate all the pizza, Iris and Joe didn't even get that much. The amount he was able to grab, seriously, you'd think with a broken back you wouldn't be able to eat that much...) and Joe was sitting in one of the living room chairs, seeing as the couch was no longer an option.

"Barry, would you like help getting the shirt on?" Iris asked.

"No, I can do it," Barry said. And he did. It took about 7 minutes, but he did.

He acted as if the scars weren't even there. The fact that they almost went above the sleeve was a terrifying thought on it's own.

"How long have you been doing this, Barry?" Iris asked, unable to wait any longer. That question got Joe's attention, and made Barry extremely uncomfortable.

"Iris..." Barry groaned. He did not want to talk about it right then, not when Wally could hear. Also, he didn't want Iris feeling worse than she already did.

"No, you're right, I shouldn'tve asked. I'm sorry," She told Barry.

She couldn't stop staring though, even after Barry fell asleep. She knew it was wrong, but she couldn't help it. His arms looked awful.

And all she wanted to know was how long it took for him to get here.

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Barry's back healed within the next few days. Barry learned to walk (for the third time in his life) a few days after that.

A week after he went home, Caitlin cleared him to be alone, but not for too long at a time. He still had to use the bathroom in under five minutes. He was not to be around anything sharp that he could use to cut.

So many rules.

Iris did some research on different ways to substitute cutting or burning.

A rubber band.

"Whenever you feel the need to cut yourself, snap this against your wrist, alright?" She told Barry, handing him the rubber band.

"Um... thanks Iris," Barry said. Usually when he feels the need to cut, he scratches that area. It only bled once from the scratching, and no one needed to know about that.

And he sure as hell didn't want to use a rubber band to "help him".

Barry was clear to go back to work about a week after Iris gave him the rubber band, which he kept on his wrist full-time now, since discovering it actually helped.

Singh had made clear on his promise that no one would find out. He just told everyone that he sent Barry to Coast City on another case, like the one three years ago about the man who could talk to sea life or something. He couldn't remember, all he knew is he was this close to firing Barry when he got back.

It was a dead end, anyway.

Barry did have to see a counselor three times a week for two months. Barry hated it more and more as the weeks dragged on.

Those were the worst two months of his life.

Barry swore he would never try to kill himself again (or fail doing so, at least) so he'd never have to see that counselor again.

God, he hated her.

Wally did find out about the self-harm, Barry felt the need to tell him that, but the suicide? Hell no. No way.

Wally did treat Barry somewhat better after that.

For a few months, that is.

Iris also got her answer on how long Barry self-harmed. Barry was finally getting comfortable around them, again, so she figured it wouldn't hurt to ask.

And that was that. The only relapse he (almost) had was finding out Harry was stealing his speed.

He did try jumping again, though. After finding out Jay was Zoom.

They were training, and he had to jump across the very cliff he jumped off of before. He almost face planted into the side, but Cisco just had to bring those drones.

Barry did feel incredibly guilty, about that, though. That's why he told everyone that he just couldn't do the jump.

And no one questioned him.

Since then, all was well. No relapse, he ditched the rubber band, people acknolaged his exsistence again, and Barry felt great.

Until his dad died. But we all know what he did with that.

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Theres an alternate ending to this where Barry died when he jumped, if you guys would like me to post it. And thanks for sticking with me through this!