This is only for those who weren't satisfied with a cliff-hanger over Barry's life.

Don't read on if you were okay with the ending of the last chapter. XP

"Sebastian!" Blaine cried in terror. He watched with wide eyes as his friend of the past jerked, and began to fall back. He hit the floor with a thud that was sickeningly loud in the sudden silence following the gun shots.

"Good works, boys!" The hooded man holding him cheered. "And thank you, Blaine." He drawled, releasing him with a heavy shove. Blaine grunted as he hit the floor, eyes never leaving the body of his hero. "I couldn't have done it without you."

The men chuckled amongst themselves as they left. A wave of guilt flowed up and over him. If he wasn't here, Sebastian would still be alive. Where are the police..? Blaine thought half heartedly, not really caring either way.

Raising up on shaky legs, he made his way towards the downed man. "Bas..?" He called hesitantly, taking several more unsteady steps. He called variations of Sebastian's name as he waded closer, before dropping bonelessly down beside him and reaching out a hand. "Bas, open your eyes." He whispered, vision blurring as tears pooled. "Bastian!" He shook his shoulder desperately. "Wake up! Sebastian! Seb! Please!" He sobbed. "Please, wake up."

Beneath his shaking hands, Blaine felt the subtle vibrations of a groan shudder through the man below him. He held his breath in an attempt to quiet himself. "Ow…" Sebastian groaned, almost inaudibly, as his eyes squinted open.

"Sebastian!" Blaine sobbed in relief. "You're okay!"

"Not really." He grunted. "I need you to come get me, Cisco." Blaine looked at Sebastian in confusion. Who was he talking to? Was he delirious? "Oh. Good." He finished before his eyes fluttered closed once more, causing Blaine to panic again.

"Sebastian! Don't close your eyes!" Blaine leant over him despairingly, pressing down on two separate wounds. "Sebastian!"

"S'okay." He huffed. "Jus'… restin'." He told Blaine, smiling faintly. "S'good t'see ya 'gain, Killer."

"Wish you hadn't gotten shot to do it." Blaine scolded jokingly, tears sliding slowly down his face.

"Sorry." Sebastian breathed. "Won' d'it again."

"You better not." Blaine frowned. "So… you're the Flash, huh?" He asked, for lack of any other conversation.

"Yeah." Was the slow reply. "I'm saving people. You proud?" He joked, eyes cracking open to stare at Blaine. If Blaine hadn't known any better, he would have said Sebastian was speaking his approval.

"So proud." He smirked. "But I'd be even more proud, if you didn't get hurt in the process."

Sebastian groaned. "There's no pleasing you, Killer." He uttered with a painful looking eye roll.

Blaine just smiled. "Guess you'll have to work on that, huh?"

"Slave driver." Sebastian huffed, a smile crawling its way onto his face. "Help me up?"

Blaine instantly frowned in concern, pressing down harder the best he could. "I don't think that's a good idea." He answered. "You might make it worse."

"I'm already healing." Sebastian looked him in the eyes. "I need to get outside. The cavalry is coming for me." He joked.

Blaine stayed where he was for a moment, staring at Sebastian, and the steady weight of his gaze caused him to nod slowly. "Okay…" he said hesitantly. "If you're really sure?"

"I am." Sebastian nodded, hand rising to pull his mask back over his face, before curling an arm over Blaine's shoulders. When Blaine was hesitant to move, he tugged himself forward on his own slightly, spurring him into action.

Blaine removed one hand gently, before wrapping that arm around Sebastian's waist, supporting him as he sat up. Once he was up, Sebastian let out a heavy, painful sounding, groan. Blaine winced in sympathy. "Maybe we should stop?"

"No." Sebastian grunted. "Again." He huffed demandingly. Blaine let out a steadying breathe, nodded, and then tugged Sebastian onto his feet.

Sebastian hissed violently, and Blaine noticed as a sudden burst of blood began to spill from the various gun wounds on his torso. "Oh God…" He uttered, eyes widening once more in horror. "Sebastian..!" He pleaded silently.

"S'okay." He squeezed Blaine's shoulders softly. "Jus'… get me, to the door…" He ordered haltingly. So he did. Blaine moved Sebastian forwards as gently as he could, as the other man stumbled and staggered agonisingly. They made it to the door, just in time for it to be ripped open. Blaine froze, staring with wide eyes at the stranger. "Joe." Sebastian sighed in relief, slumping forwards as the man, Joe, reached out to steady him alongside Blaine.

"Barry…" Joe said, staring with pained eyes at Sebastian. "Caitlin's got some equipment set up in the van, and Cisco's driving." He informed him. "It's going to be okay, kid. You're going to be okay." By the time Joe had finished talking, he'd led them to a S.T.A.R Labs van. The doors slid open, revealing a women in a lab coat.

"Get him on the bench." She ordered. Joe and Blaine lifted Sebastian up, laying him on the bench as carefully as possible.

"That's great guys, thanks." The woman said, instantly leaning over Sebastian.

"Just fix my son, Caitlin." Joe ordered as he pulled Blaine out of the van and shut the doors, cutting off her reply. The van instantly revved up and sped off.

Blaine stared after the van dazedly. He didn't realise anyone else was there until a hand landed on his shoulder. He jumped as panicked adrenaline raced through his veins, and he spun away from the hand.

"Woah…" A voice cautioned softly. "It's okay, kid. I'm a Detective." He said softly. Blaine watched him lower the hands he had raised at his reaction. "I'm Joe West."

Blaine studied the man in front of him before nodding. "Blaine Anderson." He whispered. He glanced down briefly, but then caught sight of his bloodied hands, and then he continued to stare as his stomach churned. He didn't realise he was shaking until Joe guided him to a nearby bench and sat him down on it. "I think I'm gonna be sick." He whispered as his threat tightened, and his jaw began to burn with the need to drop open.