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Here is chapter 2 of Captain Flu? Hope you enjoy! ^_^

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"Okay, can you get Snart into the house by yourself?" asked Joe as they pulled up to the house.

"Yeah and we'll be fine," replied Barry getting out of the car and dragging Snart out the back.

"Okay," said Joe doubtfully.

"Now go back to work and remember the plan," said Barry.

"Sir, yes, sir," was Joe's sarcastic reply before he drove off back to the CCPD.

Barry watched Joe drive off while dragging Snart into the house by his arms, careful of making sure none of the neighbours saw them. Once inside Barry zoomed Snart up the stairs to his room and put him on the bed. He managed to take Snart's shoes off and his heavy winter coat and lay it on the floor. He felt some heavy stuff in the pockets of the coat, he thought they could be weapons, so emptied the pockets out only to find the stolen items from earlier.

He lined up all the medication on the side table next to the bed and noticed that some of the morphine was missing so obviously Snart had already dosed himself up on that, that's probably why he was acting so terrified at the warehouse, the morphine has him completely out of it, he probably struggles to know his own name at the moment. Barry then started checking Snart's head injury from earlier. He ran round the house collecting the first aid kit, some rags and a bowl of water.

Barry started to gently wipe away the blood around the cut on Snart's forehead. The cut had stopped bleeding but there was dried blood in his hair and all down the right side of his face, covering his eye and then tracks down his check, they looked like dried red tear tracks. The cut was about three inches long and went from the inside of his right eyebrow to the far right corner of his forehead, on his hair line, not too deep, but it was coming up in a big bruise and looked pretty painful.

Barry had just finished cleaning and disinfecting the cut when Snart began to groan. Barry rushed to get a bucket for when the inevitability of Snart throwing up again occurred. He did not want his nice clean floor to have vomit spewed all over it.

Snart suddenly sat up straight, panting and eyes wide, he was like that for about twenty seconds before groaning and holding his head.

"Snart?" Barry asked warily.

"Bawwy?! Where da hell am I?" Slurred Snart, snapping his head towards Barry, eyes cloudy, then looking around the room in a panic.

"Whooh calm down. You're at my place. You're safe," Barry said reaching out to him, putting a hand on his shoulder, as Snart swayed slightly.

Snart closed his eyes and breathed deeply to help him stop swaying and to overcome the intense feeling of nausea.

"So I'm not getting awrested and twown in prison?" asked Snart with a sort of childish likeness.

"Nope," replied Barry, popping the 'p'. "Now you need to rest. You're sick and you also have a cut on your forehead and it is gunna bruise and hurt like hell so be careful of that."

Snart groaned as he lay back down on the bed and curled up shivering, his back to Barry. Barry noticed him shivering and pulled the duvet up over him, tucking him in, then laid Snart's coat on top of the covers for extra warmth.

"I'll go get you some water," whispered Barry. All he got in response from Snart was a muffled grunt. Barry race downstairs for a glass of water and come back up again placing the glass on the side table next to the medication. Barry sat in the chair next to the bed to keep an eye on Snart. Barry waited for Snart to fall asleep and Snart waited for Barry to leave before he fell asleep, unfortunately for Snart his brain and body had different ideas. While his brain, even with the unhelpful influence of the medication he was taking, was telling him it wasn't safe to sleep and that even if Barry was the good guy he still could take him into the CCPD. However his body was so tired all it was telling him to do was sleep and screw everything else, sleep is the most important thing here. And after all the internal battling, his body won and Snart fell into a fitful sleep.

Barry could tell Snart was worried about sleeping and letting his guard down in front of him, but hopefully over the course of their time together he would relax a bit or he would never get better. The more he stressed about things the more chance he had of making himself ill, well more ill than he already was. Barry stopped thinking to himself for a moment and looked over to Snart who he found was snoring lightly, Barry smiled slightly and decided he should probably call Joe to make sure their plan had worked out okay, so he stood up from the chair exited his room and pulled the door shut but left about a four inch gap to let some light into the room, so he could still see Snart and in turn Snart could see in the room as all the blinds were pulled and lights were off.

Barry went downstairs, sat on the sofa and called Joe up on his mobile. When Joe answered and said that the plan had worked, Barry felt a wave of relief wash over him. Joe kept asking if he was okay and if Snart was being any trouble. To which answered he was fine and that all Snart had been doing is sleeping. Then Barry's stomach growled reminding him it was time for food, so he told Joe he'd ring up if there were any problems, and Joe said he would ring later to make sure he was okay.

So Barry went to the kitchen to make himself a club sandwich, but then the sandwich reminded him that Snart hadn't probably eaten anything in a while and he needed something to keep his strength up but something light on his stomach so he wouldn't throw it all back up again. So he did the cliché thing and went through the cupboards to find some chicken soup. It was only about 10:30am so Barry thought he'd wait a bit longer before heating up the soup so Snart could get a few more hours sleep in. So Barry started to make his sandwich and sat down to watch some TV but all the while keeping an ear out for anything suspicious coming from the room Snart was sleeping in.

Time skip 2 hours…

Snart squirmed about in the bed, he was starting to heat up, he was disorientated and all he knew was that he was hot beyond belief. So he kicked off the covers, sat up and took off his shirt, chucking it on the floor. Then proceeded to peel off his socks and chuck them with his shirt, then take off his belt, putting it to the side of him and then took off his jeans leaving him in a pair of black boxer shorts, he then chucked his jeans and belt on the floor making a bang as he turned over laying on his front hugging a pillow, falling asleep once again now that he was cooler.

Meanwhile Barry was downstairs heating up some soup for Snart, when he heard a bang come from upstairs, he turned the soup off and dashed upstairs to see what was wrong. As soon as Barry got upstairs he went to his room to check on Snart, he opened the bedroom door fully to let more light in, only to find him asleep still. However this time instead of being asleep under the covers shivering like mad, Snart had apparently kicked the covers off of him and was lying face down on the bed in only a pair of boxer shorts, so to say Barry was surprised was an understatement.

Barry walked over to Snart and thought it was a good opportunity to make sure he hadn't sustained any other injuries during his fall at the warehouse or injuries from whenever that may need a little TLC. As Barry looked over Snart's back he was surprised to see lots of little scars littering his pale skinned back, he wouldn't have been surprised if some of them looked fresh but they all looked really old. They looked like the scar he used to have on his knee from where he fell off his bike as a kid, and over time how the scar faded but never completely when away, well at least until he got his powers, now all his scars were gone and he never got new ones thanks to his quick healing abilities. All Barry could think of was 'where did he get all these scars? They are all over his back, his arms, his legs, I'm betting there are some on his chest too. What happened to you Snart?'

Barry unconsciously reached out to touch the scars, his fingers brushed along a cluster of scars on Snart's shoulder. Snart bolted upright and grabbed Barry's wrist to which Barry let out a startled scream. Snart rubbed his eyes with his free hand and glared over to Barry. "Why were you touching me?" he asked.

"I-I didn't realize what I was doing," was Barry's stuttered reply.

Snart then looked down at himself and realized he was only wearing his boxers to which his cheeks flushed pink slightly and he let go of Barry's wrist. Barry took his wrist back and started rubbing it slightly, even if Snart was sick he still had a strong grip. Snart pushed himself back so he was sat up leaning against the headboard, tucked his legs up to his chest and grabbed a pillow to lay over his chest and arms to cover himself a bit, and his scars which no-one was supposed to see…ever, and since he couldn't reach the covers that were on the floor at the bottom of the bed, he was way too hot for covers anyway.

"What do you want?" Asked Snart staring at his toes, again Barry though in a really child like way.

"Uhhh, oh yeah. I heard a noise from up here and came to check on you. Also I made you some soup I was waiting for you to wake up before you ate anything though, but I guess you're awake now so you can eat now. If you want. It's chicken soup," ranted Barry.

"Awake now no thanks to you and how do I know you haven't poisoned the soup?" snapped Snart.

"Sorry, I haven't I swear, if I wanted you dead or arrested don't you think I would have done something by now?" Barry sighed.

"I suppose," was Snart's reluctant reply.

"Good, well then I shall bring you up some soup," Barry rushed downstairs creating a cool breeze which caused Snart to relax slightly.

Snart was beginning to drop off again when Barry came back in the room with a tray. On the tray was a bowl of soup, a spoon and a couple slices of bread and butter. Snart's head shot up again when Barry entered the room.

"Got some food, sit up straight so you don't spill it," said Barry.

"Don't order me around," grumbled Snart but doing as Barry said.

Barry placed the tray on Snart's lap and sat down in the chair next to him, Snart sighed and scooped up a spoonful of soup blowing on it to cool it down before eating it, he had a little bit of bread and over the course of about 5 minutes Snart had consumed about half a slice of bread and quarter of the soup.

All was looking good, that was until Barry had noticed Snart had stopped eating and he looked a little green in the face. Snart leaned over the side of the bed, knocking the soup onto his clothes on the floor and puked up everything he had just eaten into the bucket Barry had brought in. Barry screwed up his face at the sound of Snart puking but managed to pick up the bowl and the bread and put it back on the tray and ran downstairs putting it away and then took Snart's clothes that were soaked in soup and put them in the wash.

When Barry came back up again Snart was coughing violently, obviously he had brought up everything in his stomach but his body still wanted to bring something up. Barry walked over to Snart and sat on the bed next to him rubbing his back. Snart was covered in a layer of cold sweat, his skin was burning hot still though.

"Do you wanna take a shower to cool off and clean up?" asked Barry after Snart had stopped coughing. Snart froze after he had finished coughing, he could feel Barry's hand on his back and then the shock of his question. This kid was too kind and caring for his own good. One day it was gunna be the end of him.

Snart was so exhausted all he could do was nod. Barry smiled and got up off the bed.

"I'll get you some of my clothes to wear until yours are washed and dried, we're about the same size, follow me," said Barry, looking Snart up and down, speeding around the room getting him some clothes.

Snart stood up slowly off the bed and followed Barry slowly towards the bathroom. Barry set the clothes down on the stool in the bathroom and got a towel off the towel wrack.

"Right, here's everything, I'll be in my room clearing up and stuff so shout if you need anything" explained Barry. Again Snart just nodded.

Barry left the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. Snart sighed and turned on the shower and turned it to cold to try to lower his raging temperature. He took off his boxers and his watch and put them on the table and stepped into the shower shivering at the coldness of the water slightly, he stood under the shower for a few minutes before washing his hair and scrubbing his body clean. After a few more minutes he turned off the shower and got out, rubbing himself dry with the towel Barry game him, after that he put his boxers and watch back on and then looked at the clothes Barry had got for him, a pair of dark blue jeans, they were nice and fit perfectly. The top he had however he was less than pleased about, he glared at offending thing, picked it up and stormed out of the bathroom.

Meanwhile Barry was silently giggling to himself about the top he had given Snart, it was going to get him killed but the look on Snart's face was going to be so worth it. He carried on giggling until he heard the bathroom door being slammed open.

Another chapter done.

(P.S. *SPOLIERS FOR FLASH FINALE*

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I was just wondering if anyone else noticed Wells/Thawne saying "Cisco help me" after Barry asked what was going on? In the season finale. And who broke down and was like 'Wells why do you have to be evil? Why can't you be nice and be a nice dad to poor Cisco?!' *raises hand* I'm a sucker for Father/ Son = Wells/Cisco. Argh! And then when Wells went up to Cisco before he went to leave in his time sphere thing, I was all like hug, hug, hug! Say you will miss him even though he is evil and killed you in an alternate version of reality! And then Cisco was like "Don't come back" NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Where is the love people?!)

Anyway *coughs, straightening out jacket* thank you for reading, hope you enjoyed this chapter and please review, they make me happy and give me more motivation to write : )

The Bloodless xxx