Author's Note: Alright. I confess. This one maybe be a tad bit unrealistic, but it's only because I have, like, no medical knowledge whatsoever. It's not my fault!

Julian certainly had a knack for getting himself into trouble, something that Caitlin was really starting to realize as she picked up her phone and read Cisco's text.

J got mugged come quick.

She was out the door and in her car at a speed that Barry would be proud of. The cars in front of her were just too slow, and she used her horn more in the 5 minutes she was driving then she had in her entire life. Put together.

When she arrived at STAR Labs, she found a messy trail of blood leading up to her lab. The sheets Julian were lying on were stained red, (and would probably never recover) and Julian was groaning in pain.

"What've you done now?" Caitlin asked, rushing up and putting on an "annoyed" air to hide her worry.

"This time-" Julian gasped. "It wasn't my fault. At least it- didn't include- smoke- right?"

Cisco gave both a weird look from where he was pressing down on Julian shoulder, "What-? Never mind, I don't want to know."

"Good." Caitlin said simply, taking his place, and inspecting the bullet hole. "What's his status?"

"The bullet was tainted with some sort of poison, possibly because of rusted metal." Cisco wheeled a heavy piece of equipment over to the bed, using the scanner feature to look at Julian's shoulder. "The infection is spreading."

"We can't let it reach his bloodstream." Caitlin murmured, pressed down on his shoulder. Julian groaned. "Cisco, administer some pain meds."

Cisco complied quickly, then took Caitlin spot as she gathered her supplies. Julian's eyes slipped shut as the medication lulled his body into a drug-enhanced sleep.

Caitlin walked back over to the bed, and disinfected the wound, upending nearly the entire bottle of rubbing alcohol on it. Even sleeping, Julian winced. Cisco patted his leg. "Hang in there, buddy."

After cleaning her tools, Caitlin used her pliers to reach carefully into the bullet hole. Her usually calm hands were trembling slightly, Julian's blood a stark contrast to the white of the sheets and his shirt. It looked fake, like someone had drawn a picture and then accidentally spilled ketchup all over it.

The bullet came out easily, and Caitlin placed it on the beside tray. "Cisco. Status."

"The poison is still on the move." Cisco raked his hands through his hair. "We're going to need a blood transfusion, but it's covered too much ground."

Caitlin had known that it was going to come to this. Surprisingly, she wasn't as scared as she thought she'd be. "Alright. Go and get type A blood bags from storage." She removed her hand briefly from Julian's shoulder so she could reach around and unclasp her necklace.

Cisco caught her arm. "Are you-"

"Don't worry." She gave him what she thought was a reassuring smile. "I've been doing this a lot lately."

With a soft clack, her necklace fell to the bedside table. Caitlin placed her hands back on Julian's shoulder, and took a calming breath.

She started out slowly, forcing cold through her fingertips, searching for that small in between spot that would stop the poison flow. Too much cold, and it would permanently damage Julian's nerves, resulting in possible amputation. Too little, and it would nearly chill the spot.

Cisco ran off to get blood bags, returning with three and a large vial attached to a needle. "Get ready." Caitlin instructed as he took up his spot beside the bed. "As soon as I let go, you need to get all of the blood out of the area. Then I'm going to refreeze it until you can get a steady blood flow going again."

"3." Cisco counted. "2. 1." He injected the needle into Julian's arm and pulled the trigger. Red rushed into the containment vial, and by the time it was halfway full, any readings of the poison in Julian's shoulder were gone.

Caitlin refroze the area while Cisco hurried around with the blood bags. He quickly stuck a needle into Julian's inner elbow vein, and led the tube up to a hanging bag. Caitlin let go and grabbed a needle. Her stitches were quick and precise, and before long she had staggered into a chair, exhausted.

Patting her shoulder, Cisco smiled. "Good work."

"Thanks." She breathed back. "You too."

She reached out for Julian's hand, wrapping her fingers around his limp ones. The area around his shoulder was soaked with blood. Cisco leaned over and carefully unbuttoned his shirt, staring at the dirty article before sighing and throwing it in the trash.

"I'm going to go look for a STAR Labs sweatshirt." He offered quietly, righting figuring that he was totally be the third wheel if he stayed. He disappeared out of the Cortex, leaving the only the sound of Julian's heart monitor to break the silence.

It didn't take Julian long to wake up. He blinked bleary eyes at her, trying to focus on her face through his haze of pain meds. "Hello..."

"Hi." Caitlin whispered. "How do you feel?"

"Sore." Julian told her honestly, wincing slightly.

"Completely normal." Caitlin assured him, her gaze falling to the line of 6 stitches in his shoulder. "We encountered a bit of a complication when we were fixing you up. The blade had some sort of poison or rust on it, requiring a blood transfusion."

"Let me guess." Julian sent a quick glance at her necklace. "You used your powers to freeze the area."

Caitlin frowned. "How'd you guess that?"

"My shoulder's a bit... chilly." Julian cracked a smile, and Caitlin rolled her eyes halfheartedly.

She shifted so she was leaned more over the mattress. "I don't know how you get yourselves into these messes."

He shrugged. "Ow, no..." One hand reached up, pressing gently at the wounded area. "Remind me not to shrug, please."

"Should I be doing that before or after you shrug?" Caitlin asked teasingly. It was Julian's turn to roll his eyes, but then both their expressions became serious.

He stretched up his uninjured arm, rubbing his thumb over her cheek. "You saved me yet again. I'm going to lose my reputation as a knight and shining armor."

"What reputation?" Caitlin breathed, leaned a little bit closer. "I'm pretty sure your only reputation is that you, 'live for danger'."

"I must." His face was so close now she could see every speck in his beautiful green-blue eyes. "Hanging around with you lot."

Before their lips could touch, Cisco came clomping into the room. He was being exceptionally loud, making his presence very known to both of the other occupants in the room.

Caitlin bolted into a sitting position, straightening out her dress and tucking her curls behind her ear. Cisco gave them both an awkward smile, and tossed Julian a sweatshirt. "Here ya go."

"Thanks, mate." Julian muttered, eyes still resting on Caitlin's. She couldn't meet his gaze, worried she'd blush or simply lean down and kiss him, right in front of Cisco.

The tech whiz didn't seem to notice that anything was wrong, or at least he did a very good job hiding it. He helped Julian sit up to put in the sweatshirt, then patted his shoulder. "Dude, you certainly have a knack for getting into trouble."

"I've noticed." Julian muttered dryly, exchanging a glance with Caitlin, who bit her lip and quickly glanced back down at her lap. "I have noticed."

Author's Note: Alright, I really didn't know how to end this one.