This is totally not lame Grass Girl. It was a lot of fun to write. Though it's slightly graffic.
Prompt from Grass Girl Barry as Barry gets injured and Iris insists on taking him to the hospital. She demands that Eddie call an ambulance. Barry tries to convince her that he's fine, and by the time the paramedics get there Barry is completely healed. Then he has to tell Eddie and Iris that he's the Flash.
Barry had just had to sit through a long dinner of being the awkward third wheel with Iris and Eddie. Iris had insisted that the three of them needed to spend more time together, and Barry, as usual, had not been able to say no to her. So there they were, walking home.
"This has been really nice. Thanks guys." Iris said smiling at each of them in turn.
That alone made the whole night worth it for him. She was happy.
"Yeah, Bear, we should do this again." Eddie agreed.
"Yeah, we should." Barry tried not to visibly wince at Eddie using Iris's nick name for him.
Iris's smile widened, and he knew the next time would, at the farthest, be next week. He could see the gears turning in her head, trying to figure out a time where neither of them would be able to ditch. Barry was just relieved that she wasn't planning a guys' night for them.
"You're both off on Monday." Iris said walking backwards to face them.
"I'm going to Starling on Monday." Barry answered. He was trying to think about that too much.
"Going to see Felicity?" Iris said suggestively.
"She'll be there. If she can get out of the house." He said the last part under his breath.
"What?" Iris asked concerned.
"Nothing." Barry looked up and started walking again.
"That's not nothing. What happened in Starling?" Iris pressed.
"Iris, I'm not even allowed to say anything. I shouldn't have said as much as I have. Please, let this go." Barry looked her in the eye, begging her to let it be.
"Ok." Iris nodded. She couldn't hold back the worry in her voice. Barry usually told her everything, this must be bad.
They walked in an awkward silence for a few minutes.
"Iris get down!" Barry shouted. She turned to him in confusion, but didn't get down so Barry stepped in front of her.
A shot rang out, and Barry gasped moving his hand to his stomach. His two friends stood behind him in shock. The gunman moved closer to them. When he was in arm's reach he removed one hand from his abdomen, reached up, twisted the gun out of the man's hands, and hit him over the head with it before the man could react.
"Eddie, take this." Barry held out the gun for him to grab.
He shakily grabbed it. "When did you learn to do that?"
"A friend taught me." Barry said with a twinge of sadness.
"Oh, you're hurt!" Iris yelled finally coming to her senses.
"Its fine, Iris. I' okay."
"No you're not. You've been shot in the stomach, Barry! I'm not going to lose you again because you're too stubborn to go to a hospital." Iris yelled. "Eddie, call an ambulance."
"Don't bother, Eddie. Iris, you're not going to lose me. It's not nearly as bad as you think."
Eddie pulled his phone out of his pocket and called 911. He'd have to make up a story when they got there. Barry could already feel the wound closing around the bullet.
"There is a bullet inside you Barry. It is exactly as bad as I think."
"Turn around Iris."
"What?!"
"Just do it, please." Iris turned around. Barry reached into the wound, trying not to scream as he pulled his shirt off painfully, and he let out a gasp of agony as he ripped the wound back open and pulled the bullet out. "Uuughh. How did he ever do that?"
Following paragraph is kind of gross. If you don't like blood, skip it.
"How did who do what?" Iris asked turning back around. She began gagging as more blood poured out of her best friend. He was holding a squished bullet in his hand.
It was obvious that Barry was keeping more secrets from her than what was about to happen in Starling City.
"Barry! Wait for the ambulance. You are not a medical professional. You cannot take a bullet out of yourself. Keep pressure on that." Eddie lectured.
"I'm fine." Barry repeated. "I don't need an ambulance, and the hospital won't know what to do with me."
"What do you mean?" Iris asked with tears streaming down her face.
Barry wiped the blood of his abdomen off with his already bloodied t-shirt.
"Look."
His two friends looked at the spot on his stomach where the bullet entered. There was nothing but a little dried blood. Not even a scar.
Barry turned toward the sound of an ambulance. The three of them exchanged a worried glance. The others seemed to understand that it was dangerous for anyone else to know what happened.
"What are we going to tell them?" Eddie asked.
"How much of the situation did you explain to them?" Barry asked looking at the man who shot him. He was still on the ground from when Barry had hit him.
"Just that someone was injured." Eddie answered picking up what Barry was planning.
"Barry you might not want to be here. They'll question why you're covered in blood." Iris pointed out.
"Right. I'll be just around the corner." Barry looked Iris in the eye. "I'll explain everything after. Alright?"
Iris only nodded in response. "You had better, Bear."
"Explain." Iris said the second she turned the corner to where Barry was hiding from the ambulance.
Barry looked around. "Not here."
"Wha-" Iris, Eddie, and Barry appeared in the living room of Joe's house.
"Y- you- you're the . . . the Flash." Iris stuttered.
Barry nodded. "I'm, sorry I didn't tell you. I know it wasn't right not to tell you about it, but I wanted to keep you safe."
"You're friends with the Arrow. That explains where you to pull a bullet out of yourself and disarm someone." Eddie looked at him in shock.
"Joe was the one who taught me to disarm people, but yeah."
Barry could see the anger flare in her face then soften. "So are you going to explain what's happening in Starling on Monday?"
His head fell, and tears filled his eyes. "A funeral."
"Whose?" Iris asked scooting closer to her best friend.
"Arrow."
"Why would Felicity not leave the house because of that?" Iris asked.
"Arsenal and Dig have had to practically force feed her. He was her best friend, and the love of her life. She's still in shock from it all." Barry said sadly. "You guys aren't supposed to know that, so don't say anything."
"Of course not." Iris said pulling him into a hug. "You've been jogging? Seriously Bear?"
Barry had a small smile on his face, but it faded quickly.
"Why don't you take me for another run? Might get your mind off things." Iris said excitedly.
"You just want another ride, don't you?" Barry laughed.
"That too." Iris lit up at her friend's returning smile.
She reveled in the feeling of moving faster than sound in her best friend's arms.
Happy New Year's Eve!