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Barry's fluttering eyes found a sideways man. Bruce had taken over Diana's spot and was towered over the side of the bed. "Barry?"

"Bruce?"

Bruce was very slowly coming closer, until he was on one knee. His head took a full ten seconds to tilt in observation, and he gazed along Barry's face so slowly that Barry could see the tics of his eyes instead of one fluid movement.

Vibrations bounced along the air. It was Diana's voice, but with such a low tone and volume, it was incredibly distorted. He looked over at her in the corner of the room. There wasn't much to make out besides for her black hair and the burgundy of her lips, which were blurred and smeared into the environment. Bruce's face, all down to the specks of his beard, was crystal clear as long as he wouldn't drastically move again.

Bruce's voice was like thunder, rolling around slowly. His lips were moving slowly enough for Barry to piece together the movements of his mouth. "Diana, c'mere..."

Barry's eyes now started to focus in to Diana's upper body, and Bruce's grimacing eyes and agape mouth were becoming blurred into browns and pink. A smudge of black slowly went for Barry's face and his face instantly clamped shut, until he realized it was Bruce's tie waving around. Diana moved towards the bed gradually, which made it slightly easier for Barry to keep clear sight of her. The walls and ceiling behind them was coming through, and it served an unexplainable comfort to remember that he was in the same place he'd been in before passing out.

More thunder rolled through, grimmer each time. A streak of brown moved on Bruce's face, presumably his eyebrow.

The lens of Barry's eyes took time to focus on Diana's lips, the crinkles in the burgundy and the way her teeth and chin mechanized. He heard something along the lines of his blood pressure.

Bruce's sudden loud muffle made Barry gasp faster than a hiccup. His body jolted in surprise for less than an attosecond. However he was too scared to look down and try figuring out what was going on with his body, in the case he'd lose focus on Diana.

Her slightly higher pitched thunder was saying his name. Her lips asked if he could understand her.

Bruce glanced between Diana and the young man sprawled on his bed. He needed to communicate with Diana, but he was terrified to miss something on Barry's end. He hadn't been so horrifingly confused in decades, even in the moment where the last son of Krypton had him in the air by his neck.

Diana placed her hand on Barry's upper arm, trying to calm him as he made spastic twitches and tics. The low, rapid pressure in his cephalic vein felt like teeth chattering in his bicep. She stared longingly at the fresh gauze on his arm. There was no way to forget the condition it was in earlier, when she'd gutted his bathroom for first aid supplies. There was a hope that the antibiotic and soothing effects of her saliva had been doing at least something in the past forty minutes. She resisted her dire need to peel the dressing back and check on it.

Since Bruce would try to play his repressing self. per usual, she'd gradually taken her position back. Her hands hurried to support his neck, to get him to look straight at her. "Barry, can you speak to me?"

Barry's eyes shot up to hers.

His eyes were still working and he could use them. She sighed.

His eyes being lackluster, except for the occasional darting, was easily one of the most disturbing things she's ever witnessed. He traced between both her eyes at deathly speeds. Eyelids thrusting together twice every second. Odd streaks of black were closing in on his dark irises, but it couldn't fool Diana. His tiny pupils were barely the length of sesame seeds, and even flatter at that.

He muttered in response. After a while of Diana doubting her ability to sense his consciousness, this was a reassurance to her. She honed into a second set of mutters, knowing she'd have roughly a millisecond to collect each syllable.

A giant smile eclipsed her face. It was incredible to hear him say her name and ask her what was going on.

She spoke in a normally soft tone to gauge his response. A gap cracked between his lips in confusion. His pupils nearly decreased to nothing as they darted towards the window in fear. She caught them tracing over the gaps in the blinds.

Bruce remained towards Barry, but his eyes shifted to the back of Diana's head in astonishment and enlightenment. "You understand him? What's he saying?"

Barry's face scrunched up, in the same cringing he'd given Diana earlier, as well as many times before. His teeth ground together at the speed of a belt sander against wood. Or, to him, it felt like the worst lagging ever in the entire twenty-five years of his life. He couldn't respond quick enough or release the tension of having waves of thunder darting towards him. He knew it was only Bruce's voice, but he also knew that Bruce would just keep getting deeper and brawnier the more concerned he got. It was usually an amazing, even mesmerizing, thing to hear, and the self-shame from being disturbed by it was making all of these even worse.

Diana turned her head back to give Bruce a look. It was obvious that something about Bruce speaking had upset Barry, yet it wasn't as if Diana could just tell Bruce to shut up. Especially now, of all the times she should have. She breathed, and whispered, "Draw the blinds as tightly as possible. The sunlight is excruciating."

Drastic weight dropped from Barry's eyes when Bruce had finally gotten the window to stop beaming five tons of light at him per second.

A massive part of his vision was very gradually being overridden by a huge blur. Something was on his scalp. Fleshy fingerpads were slowly crawling between clumps of his hair. After a moment, the bristles of black hair were no longer stuck to his forehead. Diana's fingers very cautiously played with his bangs, her nails brushing along his hairline occasionally. He looked back to her face to get a clear focus in case she started talking to him.

She asked him, in the normally calm tone, "Can you understand me?"

Widened empty eyes, the gap in his lip bigger. She took it as a no, though it was good progress to know he'd heard it.

With the raise of her brows, she said his name. Slower a second time.

He quickly perked up with the first. Gave her a look that was weirder than the default confused-Barry face, with the second.

Though it was the opposite of a walk in the park with Barry, her mouth still turned into a smile from witnessing him being his usual self. Her voice increased speed and firmness, which caused him to perk up again. She told him, "If you can understand me, close your eyes."

Diana and Bruce watched for his signal, just as slowly as he was watching them.

Barry was hesitant to, considering his lens would lose focus again. But he needed to compromise, for Diana and for Bruce. When his eyes lethargically drifted shut to blink, he let them rest closed.

"Alright, Barry," her voice growing even swifter, "do you know where you are?"

He kept his eyes open for what seemed like a notable amount of seconds, before letting the lethargy close them

"Good!" Diana glanced at Bruce to validate that she wasn't dreaming things were going well. "Barry, where are you hurting?"

He forced his eyes shut. Conveying pain dramatically was the only release he had.

Her hand reached for his temple, where the fever had been disappearing. Prior to moving down to his neck, she gave him a moment to open his eyes. His eyes remained closed as she moved down his chest and to his belly, and radiated around his ribs. She stopped herself from moving quickly to touch his wrapped forearm, when she realized she should take advantage of being slow. Barely touching, just a hand resting on the side of his arm. "I know, it hurts the most here. It'll be alright, love."

Diana paused. She was frozen besides for her parting mouth.

Bruce stepped closer to peer over her.

"I can't feel his pulse."