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Oliver panicked seeing the boy struggle to breathe "Barry?" he saw Barry was clawing at his chest. It has to be his ribs, thought the older man. His mind went on speed drive and carefully pulled the speedster in a sitting position "There you go...now try to breath slowly...take slow and small breaths...don't rush"
Barry wheezed trying to get air into his lungs "It hurts" he coughed again sending another jolt of pain through his ribs "This sucks... I hate this" Oliver looked at him feeling guilty "I am sorry. It's all my fault" The younger boy shook his head "Don't blame...yourself Ollie. Let's find a way out..I don't think my powers are working.. .too cold in here"
"I know Barry. Our jet was cut in half during the crash. We have to find the other half so we can get our backpacks and water" Oliver explained "Can you walk for few miles. I am sure the other half shouldn't be far"
Barry slowly nodded "I am good. Let's go" though the boy was no where near good, he pushed himself to be strong. They needed to find the other half of the jet. He was already thirsty and hungry and knew Oliver must be feeling the same but he wasn't letting know. He had calorie bars in the backpack which Cisco had packed for him. If he could eat few then he might heal quickly and they could find a way out
Oliver helped Barry up and slung his hand over his shoulder. He could feel Barry was shivering from cold and small wimpers escaping from his mouth as they took each step. The duo then walked through the jungle "Where are we?" Barry asked trying to take his mind off the pain and cold
Oliver supported more of the younger man's weight "I think we shouldn't be far from Costa Rica. Maybe we can find some civilization" Barry sighed "Don't you think we would...have found someone till now..we are walking for almost two hours now" his head was hurting less and the pain in ribs was little bearable but his major concern was his ankle. He needed to heal. The weather was cold and without his powers they were on their own "Oliver will we get out of here right?"
The vigilante stopped in his tracks and looked at Barry "Of course we will kid. Did I tell you the prank I played on Thea when she was eight years old..." Oliver started sharing his childhood stories to distract the boy
It was late evening when both were exhausted from their traipsing through the jungle, Oliver's eyes fell on the other half of his jet. Relief cursed through his body "Barry look! We found it!" The younger man smiled broadly "Thank God!" Oliver then made Barry sit down near a tree "You rest here. I will go get our backpacks" Barry nodded "Hurry"
Oliver rushed towards the wreckage. His heart filled with hope. He reached inside the half part which was filled with small slabs of cement and lots of stones. There was small puddles of water inside the jet. The rain had completely destroyed the inner parts. Breathing through the dust the vigilante tried to locate the things he needed. Removing a huge part of cement block he found broken first aid box. Oliver picked up the box and placed it to his side. Next he found two water bottles. This is not enough, thought the older man. The third one was crushed under a metal pipe so it was no use.
He placed the bottles beside the first aid box and took a deep breath. Now came the thing he needed the most. Their backpacks. Oliver frantically searched but he coudn't locate their bags. He panted feeling a little dizzy and held on the side of the metal door. He waited until the darks spots disappeared from his eyes and got to work again.
Another few minutes went by without success. Oliver almost gave up hope when he saw the belt of his bag. Happiness cursed through his body like electricity. He moved some debris and pulled his and Barry's bags "No..no no no Oh God.." Barry's bag was ruined. The bag was torn and crushed under the debris. Oliver tore apart the rest of the leather and saw the calorie bars were all melted and mixed with water and dust "What's going to happen now?"
Barry had his eyes closed. With every breath he took his ribs didn't hesitate to let him know that it hurt. His hand would go every few seconds to his leg clearly feeling the pain. He then heard Oliver's voice "Barry? Hey wake up kid"
Barry didn't want to open his eyes. He wanted to sleep for months but Oliver was not letting him so he made a annoying sound and slowly flicked his eyes open "What?" he said clearly unhappy for waking him up
Oliver placed the bottle of water on Barry's lips "I got our bottles. Drink some water" The speedster didn't needed to be told twice and he gulped down the water as fast as he could until the older man had to ask him to slow down. When he drank more than half of water he pulled away "Did you drink?" Oliver nodded "Yeah I had some"
"Good. Can you pass me my bars...I am sure after I eat them I will heal quickly. The weather is not so cold now...I can get us out of here" Barry searched in Oliver's hands but he coudn't see his bag. He saw the older man look at him with sadness "Ollie? Where is my bag?"
"I am sorry kid. Your bag got destroyed in the crash"
"What?!" Barry coudn't believe this was happening. The pain, hunger and his frustration in not being able to use his powers made him to loose all the patience he had "My bag is ruined?"
"I am so.."
"Shut up!"
"What?"
"It's all your fault! If you hadn't..crashed us to this stupid forest then..."
"You are seriously blaming me?"
"Let me...remind you it your criminal...we were catching...you coudn't control a jet?"
"It wasn't like I summoned the storm Barry!"
"You are the worst pilot"
"Well right now this worst pilot is your only hope in getting out if this woods"
"I DON'T NEED YOUR HELP!" Barry yelled at Oliver immediately regretting it as his ribs burnt in response. He slowly lifed himself up leaning on the tree behind him "I will...find my way out"
Oliver gritted his teeth "Don't be stupid Barry! I have done everything possible to help you. Stop acting like a stubborn child"
"Fuck you Oliver! I am the flash! I am sure I can survive without you" Barry bend over biting his lips and took a long branch to support his legs
Oliver caught his arm "Where the hell are you going? It's already getting dark!" The boy wrenched his hand away "Away from you!"
"Barry!"
Barry didn't listen or answer Oliver. He just limped through the darkness, almost losing his balance but caught himself before falling face down. The vigilante was now mad at the boy. The moment he opened his eyes in this place he had been taking care of the kid but what did he do in return? Accusations! He had tried his best to help him but Barry was being ungrateful. Rage ran through his veins and he yelled back at Barry "Fine! Go your way! Don't come crying when some wild animals decide to feed on you tonight. I am done saving your ass"
Barry responded raising his middle finger at Oliver and soon he disappeared into the darkness.
Oooh look at these two stubborn boys! They are on their own! Please leave a review if you liked this chapter :-)))