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Two

The police report said that a local fisherman found me.

Theodore Clearwater had woken up at five am like he did ever morning, but on his boots and fishing jacket, collected his rod and tackle kit and tracked a few miles from his house to the river to try and catch some fish. He never did catch anything in the forty years he'd lived in Central City but it was the familiarity of the routine that kept him going. Having lost his wife last year to cancer, Theodore craved familiarity.

He fixed his little stool up on the river bank and as he fiddled with his line, he could see something purple bobbing up and down in the river. Wadding out in the muddy waters, that's apparently where he found me. Face down, not breathing, still with my headphones in my ears.

All I could think was thank god Joe wasn't the detective called to the scene.

When I woke up, I woke up feeling cold.

The apartment where I lived had a broken window so I often woke up feeling cold however this was different. This type of cold felt wrong. My entire body felt light, too light, like it was full of air or something.

I opened my eyes half expecting to see myself staring at the mildew roof of my shitty apartment only to see sleek, silver metal above my head. It took me a while to figure out what was actually going on but like one of those crappy urban legends you read about online and laugh about, I was locked inside a morgue drawer.

And I was naked.

I started hitting at the door above my head, hitting and screaming whilst trying to figure out how I was going to stay alive long enough for someone to find me before I ran out of air. There was no way that this door was going to budge-I'd seen enough TV cop shows to know how there was no way I was going to get out.

Still didn't stop me from screaming my head off.

Just as I was about to give up, something groan above my head. I stopped moving and suddenly the door exploded outward.

I wasn't a religious person but at this moment-there was a God.

Keeping a tight hold on my protective sheet, I scrambled out of the coffin-like structure and hit the concrete ground with a thud. That was gonna leave a bruise. I picked myself up off the ground and after finding myself a pair of scrubs, I searched for my clothes-they were stuffed inside an evidence bag in a box ready for the evidence locker at Central City PD. With them was an incredibly thin file with my name on it and thankfully my apparent autopsy wasn't scheduled until tomorrow.

I hugged the bag to my chest and took off.

Outside it was night time.

Curiously, I wondered how long I'd been out for but all I did was hail a cab and have it take me to Joe's place. The place where I grew up.

Neither Iris or Joe were home when I got there.

As I made my way into the kitchen, something on the table caught my eye. It was written in Iris's scribble.

St Andrew's Hospital.

Barry-Emergency Room

Lightning?

Barry's in hospital? What happened?

I rang up and called myself another cab before rushing to have a shower and get changed. Luckily Iris and I were roughly the same size so I borrowed a pair of her jeans, a shirt and some boots. Iris had some money stashed in her nightstand so I borrowed it to pay for the cab.

Whilst waiting for the cab, I sat down and had a look at the file.

It practically broke my heart when I saw Joe's name in the file as having identified my body. I closed the file and threw it across the room in a fit of anger seconds before the fish-tank exploded.

I screamed and ducked behind the couch. "Well that was fucking odd," I muttered. Standing up, I tiptoed towards the empty fish tank and-the fish were swimming in only an inch or so of water but were still alive. I did not want to be known as a fish killer.

Distraction came in the form of a horn out the front.

My cab was here.

The ride to the hospital was quiet as both the driver and I listened to the radio reporting about the particle accelerator at STAR Labs exploding. I made myself a mental note to go to STAR Labs after I found out about Barry and figure out what the fuck they'd done to me. The cab dropped me off at the front of the hospital where I threw the cash at him and raced inside to the front desk.

"Barry Allen?" I asked.

The nurse looked up at me. She took a moment before she typed something into the computer and had a look at the screen. "He's in the intensive care unit at the moment. Are you family?"

"I'm his bloody sister!" I snapped, getting angry. "What's going on with him?"

She frowned. "You'll have to speak with his doctor but right now just follow the green line on the wall, take your first left and keep following it until you find the signs for the IC unit. Speak to the nurse on duty."

I pushed off the counter and practically ran off, following the stupid green line. When I found the IC unit, I could hear and alarm going off and someone shouting for a crash cart. I could see Iris and Joe standing away from a bed surrounded by doctors and nurses. "BARRY!" I shouted. I rushed over and pushed passed a nurse to see Barry lying on the bed. My heart sank into my stomach before a nurse pushed me away.

"Charlotte?" Joe was just about the only person who could call me Charlotte and get away with it. In school, I'd pushed a kid into a pool for calling me Charlotte. I preferred Charlie. The look of disappointment Joe always seemed very bad at hiding was gone. It was a mixture of sad relief. "But-but-how?"

"Someone needs their ass kicked!" I argued. "Try waking up in a fucking morgue drawer. I could have had a heart attack and actually died!"

Joe wrapped his arms around me. "I thought you were dead! What happened? I never want to do that again-I never want to identify your body again! You understand me?"

Iris hugged me tightly. "When dad said-and then the hospital called about Barry-I-"

"What happened to Barry?" I asked, looking over at my brother.

"He got hit by lightning," Iris sobbed. "He was in the lab-one of the detective's found him…the doctor said he's in a coma."

I held onto my adopted sister as the doctor worked on stabilizing my brother. My focus however, was on the cup of water on the table in the next cubical. The water was bubbling like it was boiling.

"Iris," Joe frowned, "can you stay here with Barry? I need to take Charlotte back to PD and get this sorted out. Than we can talk." He put his arm around my shoulder and steered me away from Barry's bed. "Thank god I hadn't called your dad yet to tell him what had happened…" He stopped in the empty hallway and faced me. "Charlotte…what happened?"

I had no idea how to tell him.

How do you tell someone you loved that you were back from the dead?