Barry let out the most heart wrenching, bloodcurdling scream I had ever heard, before his body fell limp onto the bed. I quickly put the dart aside on the table, gently turning Barry over just the slightest so I could see his face.
"Barry?" "Barry?" I called, the heart monitor beginning to drop a little. The young speedster was complex toy unresponsive. I pursed my lips, and wondered what to do next.
Part of me still wished Caitlin was here. I had a general idea of what I was doing from watching her so long, and she had forced me to learn a little bit just in case she was unavailable. But it wasn't her being gone or injured that was stopping me from calling her, it was my mistrust. I know that I had played a large part in Barry's betrayal, but it made me feel better that I was the one treating him, the one who hadn't forgotten, the one who had taken the dart out and freed Barry from his misery, even if that misery wasn't entirely gone.
I patted Barry's limp, cold shoulder and went to the storage room to get clothes for Barry. He was still dressed in his Flash suit, and I thought I could at least try and make him comfortable. Plus I needed to check his shoulder for infection and run some basic tests. Who knows what that drug was doing to Barry. I grabbed a STAR Labs short sleeved T-shirt and a pair of soft grey sweatpants. Hurring, I walked back to the medical bay and crouched down by Barry.
"Barry, I know you're in a lot of pain, and trust me I never meant for that to happen-" I started.
Barry, now awake, turned his head weakly to face me, his eyes were still cold, showing the anger and shock of his betrayal. "You let me out?" He whispered. I nodded, not trusting myself to speak. "Why?" He asked, his voice dead. But before I could answer, Barry's head fell, and he was back to unconscious, back to being unresponsive.
I sighed. I guess it's better to get this over with now while he's unconscious. I thought. I gently pulled off Barry's gloves and boots. I then turned him over so he was lying on his back. I unzipped the torso part of Barry's suit, lifting Barry up gently so I could slip off the sleeves from the suit. I took a deep breath. If there was an infection where the dart had been in Barry's shoulder, then the suit would be sticking to it. I prepared myself, the ripped the suit off. Even in unconsciousness, Barry's moaned and trashed. Yep. Definitely an infection. I didnt even look at it yet. One task at a time.
After 10 minutes I had the suit off Barry and the grey sweatpants and socks on him. I left his shirt off, flipping him over one again gently to address the wound on his shoulder. I wanted to throw up at the sight.
Barry's whole shoulder was an angry red color. The skin around the wound was yellow, and sticky, with dried blood clustered around it. Even now there was blood and puss slowly oozing from the wound. I took a deep bre ath. I could do this. I had seen Caitlin do things much worse than this, I could handle it. I gathered the nessisary medical suplies, suddenly very great-full that Barry was unconscious. I grabbed the disinfectant spray that I had used earlier, and a sort cloth. I ran the cloth under cold water, knowing that would make the wound feel better. I pressed the Opel to the wound, letting it become moist, the wiping away the blood and puss. After that was done I sprayed dininfectant on the wound, wondering how Barry was flinching in unconsciousness. I then frowned, this was going to be difficult. For the third time in the period of 2 hours I again questioned calling Caitlin over. But no. I couldn't. I instead took the needle and tube, attaching them together. I then inserted the needle into the wound, and pressed the button, sucking all the remaining infection, blood, and puss. When I finished disposing of that, I again sterilized the wound, then wrapped it up in bandage, turning Barry's body over so I could slip on his shirt, and lay him back onto the medical bed. I then took a blood sample, and inserted an IV in Barry's hand. Sighing in relief, I washed my hands, the medical equipment, and threw away the trash from my crude operation. I just hoped Barry would be ok now that he was out of the cell. I wanted him to eat something, but we could do that later. I then grabbed an ice pack, setting it under Barry's shoulder. For now, I pulled a chair by his bed, and dimmed the lights, ready to keep vigil over my friend.