(Diana's P.O.V)

To say that I'm worried about Barry would in fact be an understatement.

We had both been commissioned down in Northern Ontario for the last 3 days collecting samples and scouting the area for any suspicious behavior, without much luck. And were currently stuck inside Bruce's cabin or mansion as I would call it, during a raging blizzard that didn't look too kind.

I was currently reading any information found within the samples we had sent in to the team a few days ago, and was surprised to find that the PH level of soil had increased dramatically from it's usual levels.

I turned to my right and smiled as Barry was snoring rather loudly on the couch, passed out over top.

I was glad he had finally crashed since he had been constantly running perimeter round's along the infected area, and it took all of my persuasive efforts to finally get him to take a break.

I was however, watching his every movement much more carefully since the incident on the plane. He claimed it was altitude but I was unsure, to me it seemed like more, something he wasn't telling me, and I had alerted Bruce on the event's that transpired.

His reaction of course was informing me to watch Barry closely especially at meal times, which I had done and sure enough he was cautious towards food especially around me. He still ate fast and a lot but not like he had on the plane, which Bruce had said sounded almost disorderly.

I looked towards the clock, noticing how late it was and decided to make dinner for Barry since I didn't feel I should wake him.

I moved the laptop onto the counter and pulled out several packets of dried pasta as I began to heat up the oven.

I searched through several of the many cupboards before locating a large pot, and adding water to it as I set it on the burner to boil.

As I worked I thought about the newspaper containing a younger Barry and couldn't help but wonder what had happened behind closed doors.

Was it the reason Barry was such a people pleaser or was that just in his nature, was he always such a goofball, or was he hiding something. I wondered if Barry was always so bad at accepting help or did past experiences cause him to be wary, and of course does his eating habits have something to do with what happened to him during youth.

I contemplated each characteristic of Barry's and sorted them from learned traits to natural trait's as best as I could, but couldn't place as many as I had hoped since Barry never talked about his past, at least not his past before he became the Flash.

I let out a sigh of sadness and frustration as I poured the pot of now cooked pasta through a strainer, and grabbed a simple jar of tomato sauce, as I mixed the pasta into a large bowl.

I heard faint sounds of Barry's loud stomach and knew that the smell of fresh food would wake him soon enough as I set a place for him to eat and collected the cheese from the fridge.

I turned to grade the cheese and heard Barry's yawning and murmuring as he awoke.

"What time is it"? He asked before sitting up from his sleeping position.

"Almost 9:00 PM, I would have started on dinner earlier but I lost track of time reading the reports from the samples we sent in".

I heard Barry get up and make his way to the kitchen table drowsy like.

"Oh, what's the deal with the sample's"?

"Increased PH level, but that could've been caused by many thing's, just odd that it's happening in only a small area of this forest". I explained as I gathered the food and sat it down in front of Barry who looked all too eager.

"You didn't have to make me dinner, you know I could have found something for myself".

I looked at Barry's worried expression and I smiled at him reassuringly.

"Barry I didn't have to make you dinner I wanted to, I enjoy cooking, and you give me an excuse to do it".

He smiled at me hesitantly and grabbed a fork.

"Ugh thank's, do you want any"?

I smiled at Barry who always ends up offering me his food, even though I have explained to him that I don't really eat.

"Barry, that's sweet but I don't really eat remember".

"Right sorry, I guess I just feel bad being the one that uses up the most resources and stuff like food".

I watched as Barry took a small bite and seemed pained as he chewed it slower than normal, which he had been making an effort of doing in front of me since the incident.

I, however, had discovered that in my absence Barry ate his food like a starved animal, similar to what Arthur and many of the other league members often describe Barry's eating to be. I knew that he was holding back in front of me, whether that was to appear like he had everything under control, or just because he was embarrassed I didn't know but like always I eventually got up to leave, using the excuse of getting an early night's rest.

I turned the corner of the long hallway feeling Barry's piercing gaze on the back of my head and waited a few minutes before poking my head around the corner.

Sure enough Barry's face was stuck in the pot of the remaining pasta and his whole body practically vibrated as he shoved mouthfuls of food into his mouth.

I watched for a little under a minute before really making my departure to my room concerned for my fellow teammate.

Several Hours Later

I awoke to the sound of movement coming from down the hall, which I assumed to be Barry, and I slowly got out of bed to check on him.

I opened my door quietly and slipped down the hall as the noise faltered and waited for a few moments before continuing.

As I approached the kitchen Barry's voice became apparent and I inched my way closer as I made out his frantic muttering.

"Oh, no not again Barry, god what is wrong with you, She's definitely going to notice this, the kitchen is a mess. How could this happen again"?

I held my breath worried and confused and I slowly peaked my head around the corner as the kitchen came into view.

I nearly gasped as I watched Barry in clear distress surrounded by empty packages, opened food, and crumb's littering the floor while Barry scrambled to clean up the mess only he could have made.

"You have to get this under control Barry, come on how hard is it to eat".

I strained my ears as Barry continued to berate himself and I felt the need to comfort him, but didn't know how well he would respond to my presence since last time he seemed uncomfortable and upset.

I watched for what felt like almost an hour as Barry cleaned the mess in the kitchen and came up with a plan to re-stalk everything before morning in an attempt to hide his mistake from myself.

I wanted to so badly reveal myself, but I knew that in this instance Barry would fold even further into himself, and my attempts at comfort and help would go un accepted.

Eventually Barry had the kitchen in near perfect condition once again, and I sighed as he ran out of the cabin, to go through with his earlier plans.

I shook my head in confusion and slid to my knees now positive that Barry was suffering, and needed help.

I made the decision to alert Bruce on these events in the morning, and would leave it up to him whether or not Barry and I were staying or leaving early.

I wasn't sure what I could do to help on my own, and I wasn't even sure Bruce knew how to deal with this either, but I knew we needed to help and I couldn't help Barry on my own.

I ran my hands through my hair in distress.

"Oh Barry what is going on with you"?

Wow I'm really surprised by the crazy amount's of views I'm getting on this story and I did get a review so thank you. Happy to say that this story is only getting started and their will be more angst before fluff for Barry, since thing's like this don't go away over night. Quick disclaimer as well: I have not suffered from an eating disorder and am basing my writing off of information online and other stories I have read that deal with similar content. Meaning that if this is inaccurate, offensive, or triggering to some people than feel free to let me know *Nicely* or do not continue reading this story. As always feel free to leave review's, they make my day and may result in more frequent chapter uploads!