Time stretched on. I didn't really know what time it was, but it had to be around 8-9pm.
That's when I started feeling awful. My shoulder had been hurting more and more, my head was throbbing and my insides felt on fire. Everything hurt. But above all, I was cold. Freezing. Colder than when Snart had hit me with the cold gun.
"What's happening to me?" I whispered. I looked back to my shoulder, trying one more weak attempt to pull out the dart, before I collapsed onto my hands and knees in pain. It was then that a realized. The drug, whatever they had injected into me, was causing this. My vision swam and I collapsed on my side, crying out as the dart shifted in my shoulder. When my vision cleared, I realized I was facing away from the cameras and away from the door. I thought briefly about turning around, trying to get Cisco's or Caitlin's attention, but the thought of moving made me want to throw up, and I was pretty sure I had already tried that method, with little success. I was shivering violently, the dart shuddering along with me. I really wished I was unconscious. I frowned, they knew about my metabolism, why hadn't they come down to give me food, or to check on me? The answer dawned on me, and misery settled deep within my bones, mixing with the pain, which made living hell. They had forgotten about me.
I didn't care who saw me and who did not.
I began to cry.
I guess I half expected Barry to run. But he didn't, he really didn't do anything. I rushed over to him, dropping to my knees by his face, his eyes were partially open, but glazed over.
"Barry?" "Barry?" I called, gripping his shoulder. He blinked, then his eyes went stone hard, he tried to pull away from me, yelping when the dart made contact with the floor. He was drenched in sweat, weakly struggling to get away from me. He finally stopped, realizing he wasn't helping himself.
"Barry. Look at me. Say something ... I need to know you're ok." I said. He slowly brought his gaze up to meet mine, his eyes reflected all the pain, not just physically but emotionally too. Could I blame him? His own family betrayed him.
"Barry, can you hear me?" I asked, taking each of his hands into my own. He coughed, wincing from the movement, then spoke,
"Get it out. Please. I've been begging you for hours. Please. Just get it out!" Barry yelled. Arching his back from the pain, which only brought more pain.
"I know. I know it hurts, I gotta get you outta here first. Then we can take it out." I murmured. Barry looked as though he might cry.
"Easy." I called, pushing Barry to his feet. He stumbled, I caught him and it seemed as though I was the only one keeping him upright.
"Barry? What's wrong? This can't be just your shoulder." I murmured.
"I dunno." His words slurred.
I frowned, and started the long process of dragging Barry to the elevator. They needed to get to the Cortex, before he got worse.
I managed to drag Barry's limp body to the Cortex and into the medical wing. I gently helped lower Barry onto the medical bed on his stomach.
"Cisco please. It's hurts." Barry cried, tears streaming down his face.
"I know buddy." I muttered, wondering how people could become so cruel in the matter of seconds. I grabbed some tools. Also wondering why Barry's healing hadn't kicked in. Wheeling a cart back to where Barry was laying on the bed, I patted Barry's arm gently.
"This is gonna hurt buddy." I murmured. Barry winced. I grabbed some anti-infection spray, and sprayed it near the needle of the dart. I was 90.5% sure there already was an infection, but still, a habit. I then grabbed the tongs, taking a deep breath.
This is normally Caitlin's job. I thought. But I didn't trust Caitlin right now. She might put Barry back into the cell. I really didn't know what I was going to do when they came back tomorrow morning, but I sure as hell am not putting Barry back in the Pipeline.
I clamped onto the dart, and pulled.