Barry began to feel a tingling sensation in the tips of his fingers. It gradually spread to his hands, his arms, legs. Barry wanted to lie down. He wanted to take a breath and slow down, but it felt like everything was going at top speed.
It was like…well, he didn't know. It wasn't like running – that gave him a kind of quiet peace as the world slowed down around him. No, this was like intense focus combined with the feeling of driving a car faster than the speed limit.
"What did you guys give me?" He asked, suddenly focussed on the deep brown in Cisco's eyes. It was such a nice shade. Maybe he should become a painter and spend hours mixing colours just to find that exact shade. It felt like he could. It felt like he could do anything.
"His hands are shaking, maybe we gave him too much?" Caitlin was saying, but Barry had too many things to focus on. Like how the lights in the Cortex flickered every couple of seconds. Or how the light came in through the window. They reminded him of skylights. Skylight. He didn't like skylights. He moved away from the windows, stumbling and hitting the wall at a speed he didn't expect.
Switching focus Barry swung his head around to look at the computer screens and felt a bit dizzy. Lines were jumping up and down, up and down, up and down. The blue backgrounds made him think of the dress Iris had been wearing the other day. Blue, deep blue like – a bout of nausea made him lean on his knees and a drop of sweat fell to the floor.
"Barry are you okay?" a voice said urgently near his ear and Barry ducked away, which only made him feel worse. He suddenly felt very nervous. What had they given him?
"I think we gave him too much. Hopefully it should pass through his system quickly."
Caitlin. Red hair, pale skin, brown eyes.
"We might have a problem."
Cisco. Brown eyes, dark hair, creamy soda skin. Creamy soda was a good flavour. Like coffee, of which he'd already drunk a few cups of today. That was what this felt like. Too much coffee. Like that time he'd pulled an all-nighter in collage and drank like, twenty cups or something.
"What do you mean 'a problem'?"
"Like a, 'someone's breaking into the central city bank' type of problem."
"Can't the police handle it for once?"
"Nuh uh, it's a meta."
Caitlin sighed.
Author's Note:
Bwahahaha! Murphy's Law is great when you're trying to create more tension :)
"Anything that can go wrong will go wrong."
Anyway, the plot thickens!
I hope you guys have an Easter weekend full of truth, love and chocolate :)
Trix