Hey guys m back! Spent 2 hours working on this so I really really hope it's good enough, or that you like it. Sorry again for the grammatical errors and crappy use of language. But I hope you see through all that and umm, enjoy.

Third person's POV

"Dude, wake up, you're late for work!" Cisco yelled as he dumped a pillow on Barry's face, but Barry just turned away.

So Cisco went over and snatched the blanket and couch cushion, currently being treated like a pillow, away from Barry. Barry's head hit the couch, then rolled off the couch and slammed onto the floor with a loud thump.

"Wha-what?" He asked, rubbing his eyes and yawning, only to find Cisco clutching his stomach and laughing so hard that he started rolling on the floor.

"Bar-Barry," Cisco said in between giggles. "You have exactly 3 minutes before you are late. I could only imagine Captain Singh-"

There was a whoosh of air, and Barry was gone.

Cisco got thinking to how and why Barry ended up in his house. Then the memories of the previous night started to resurface. He sighed, then called Caitlin and Iris for them to meet him at Star labs.

"What happened, Cisco, and have you seen Barry? I have been trying to reach him for the past 10 minutes and-"

"He slept over at my place yesterday, and he just woke up about," He looked at his watch, then said "6 minutes ago." Then he remembered Barry rolling off the couch, and started laughing again. The other 2 girls could only stare at him in amusement.

"What, pray tell, was so urgent that you had to call us in? If you don't mind, I have to get back to journaling, Cisco." Iris said in a calm tone.

"And how, exactly, did Barry end up in your house?" Caitlin threw her bag onto a chair, seeming annoyed.

Cisco took a deep breath, then began narrating the incident.

Cisco Ramon's POV

"This morning, at about 2 am, Barry knocked on my door. So, I let him in. Turns out, he has been having this recurring nightmare where I threaten to kill him, to avenge my brother or something. So I assured him I would never do that, and told him to sleep over."

"Okay... and your point being...?" Iris asked.

"With this little conversation, I found out the probable reason, or at least one probable reason that he's been... hurting himself." I cringed as I said it. I still couldn't believe our Barry would do something like this to himself.

"Okay, let me guess, it's Flashpoint." Caitlin quipped, sounding bored.

I put on my best serious face, then "Flashpoint is part of the bigger reason. It's the guilt he feels. He thinks he is responsible for every single thing that has gone wrong since he came back from Flashpoint, and he keeps blaming himself. He puts the weight of the world on his shoulders, and eventually, it got too heavy and he snapped. And so he started... doing that. To himself."

"What did you tell him?" Iris enquired and stared me in the eye.

"I told him that he has got to some thinking like that because it isn't true. But that isn't why I told you this. Well, yes so you know how to comfort him. The nightmare got me thinking, if he hasn't been sleeping much, then I assume he hasn't been eating much, so then his weight dropped, he has less energy, and running around the city like that would be dangerous as he could literally faint, like, black out any time. He had huge bags underneath his eyes this morning, when he looked for me."

"We need to get him here and do a full body check on him, check his vitals, today." Caitlin said.

I shot Caitlin a weird glance. Recently, she has had really drastic mood swings, from really annoyed to caring and then back to being irritated or angered. That wasn't what scared me the most. When she was like that... it almost looked like... Killer Frost. And it has been happening more and more frequently.

I groaned. I'll worry about that later. For now, Barry. I've got a bad hunch about him after he left in a hurry just then.

Buddy, dude, I'm begging you, please, please, please do not slam the door shut in our faces again, after opening up about it. And please, don't do...that to yourself, again.

Iris West's POV

After the "meeting", I called Barry and told him to stop by star labs at 3, then I headed off to work.

At half past 3, Cisco called me and said Barry didn't show up, so I headed to to his lab in the CCPD to drag him to star labs.

I strolled in, prepared to give him a good earful, only to find him passed out on the floor.

"Barry!" I gasped, then fumbled for my phone in my pocket. I dialed Cisco'd number frantically and told him about what happened, then tried to wake Barry up. A couple tries later, he stirred.

"Ugh. Where am I?" He moaned.

"Hey Barry. You passed out just then. Now, Cisco is on his way, and we'll get you to star labs okay." I soothed.

"What are you doing here, Iris? Aren't you supposed to be at work?"

"Yeah well, you see, I called you this morning and told you to get to star labs by 3, then at 3, Cisco told me you didn't show up, so I came to take you there."

Speaking of, Cisco came running into the room, out of breath.

"Ohh, ohh, thank goodness you're alright. I don't even know how any of us are supposed to get you to star labs. Here," he shoved a fruit bar into Barry's hands. "Eat, then we'll head out."

"No. Why don't we just go now?" Barry whined.

"Look man. You are pale, out of breath, and have you forgotten that you're a superhero with super speed that has to consume about 10 thousand calories of food each day? And you just passed out, dude, PASSED OUT. So shut up and eat." Cisco lectured.

With a heavy sigh, Barry began to nibble on the bar. I guess he didn't really know how hungry he was, because moments later, he began to shovel it down his throat, and within seconds, he devoured the whole bar.

"See, I told you so." Cisco began. "There's more in the lab, but this should be enough to keep you going for now. Let's go."

I expected to walk there, but Barry seemed to have a different idea. He clutched Cisco and me tightly, then with a blur, we were at the lab.

"Hey, Barry. You alright?" Caitlin asked, not looking surprised by our entrance. It appears that she has already gotten used to Barry whooshing in.

"Yeah, I'm fine."

"Great, now I'd like you to step on the scale."

Shrugging, Barry trudged over and stepped on it. The numbers didn't seem good, because instantly, Caitlin's smile bent into a frown.

"Right, I'll just need your blood for, um, testing."

Barry immediately tensed up. I'm guessing it's because he didn't feel comfortable with Caitlin prodding his scars with a needle.

"Can I just, do it myself?" Barry asked timidly.

"I'd prefer to do it myself Barry. Please?"

Barry started fidgeting, and mumbling strings of incoherent words as his eyes darted around the place. Then his head dropped down, and I could see he was trying very hard not to cry.

"If you don't mind, can Barry and I have a minute?" Caitlin nodded at me, then dragged a protesting Cisco with her and left the room.

I walked over slowly, then sat on the bed.

"You did it again, didn't you." It was a statement more than a question. Barry tensed.

I was about to say that he couldn't hide anything from me, but then he managed to hide this from me for a couple months, so really, I couldn't say that, because it isn't true. I began to feel guilty. All this time, how could I not notice? How could I not be beside my boyfriend, comforting him when he needed me the most?

"Can I see?" Barry's head shot up at my seemingly ridiculous suggestion.

"Please, Barry, please."

Reluctantly, he slid his hand forward to me.

I pulled his sleeves up, then suppressed a horrified gasp. On his already marred wrist, there were a dozen fresh red lines.

I took his wrist, and I kissed everyone of them gently. My actions must have shocked him, because he stared at me, surprise written all over his face.

"How could you love me, Iris? I'm so disgusting and repulsive, how do you not-"

I cut him off, putting a finger on his lips.

"Stop those depreciating comments Barry. You are the most amazing person I have ever known, that's why I chose you as my boyfriend. You have to stop thinking like that. Let me help you."

He started sobbing uncontrollably, and in between, he managed to utter out, "I can't Iris, I just can't. It's all my fault, it's all my fault..."

I gave him a hug, and rubbed my hand up and down his back.

"Barry, things happen, and it's a flow of life. You cannot blame yourself for what happened, okay. Barry, honey, listen. Live your life to the fullest. Do not mourn in your past mistakes, because mourning over them cannot change anything. What you can change, is the future. Stop punishing yourself, sweetie."

That only seemed to have made him cry even more. He held onto me even tighter, and continued crying.

Eventually, when his tears subsided, he let go of me and stared at the floor.

Gently, I lifted his face up to look at me.

"Barry, next time you feel like doing it, please just call us, any of us. Whether it's 5 am in the morning or 12 midnight, it doesn't matter, I'll be there, we'll be there. I know you will feel guilty for waking us up, but you don't have to, because we are willing to do it for you."

"What did I do to deserve someone like you?" He murmured to himself, hoping I didn't catch that.

"Because you are you, Barry, that's why we all love you."

"Now this world, needs a Barry Allen. Without you, a lot of our lives would be empty. You fill up that hole. And that's what makes you so perfect." I continued, then pecked him on the cheek.

The corners of his mouth turned up into a small smile, and for a second, he seemed like the old Barry Allen, the one we all know and love. And I realised how oblivious I am to not be able to differ his fake smiles from his genuine ones. There was a stab of guilt in me.

I wiped of the remaining tears from his face, barely able to stop my own tears. Then I fixed his clothes.

"Remember what Cisco and I told you. They all stand, and we'll be there. We're just one phone call away. Now I sound like a commercial woman." I grumbled sarcastically. Barry let out a light hearted laugh, and it felt like music to my ears. Again, I felt responsible for Barry's actions for not seeing through his facade. I've known him since I was 14, and now as his girlfriend. How could I not have noticed.

"I'll call Caitlin in now, okay Barry?"

I received a firm nod in response. I looked into his eyes, and they spoke thanks.

I gestured for Caitlin and Cisco to get in. Then I ran out, tears streaming down my face.

I registered just how bad of a girlfriend I am.

How? How did I not see through his act? And why?

Why?

Yay, here goes another crappy chapter. Totally have no idea how to write angsty stuff. Sorry bout the crappy grammar and language. Coming up, Killer Frost. Stay tuned and please review! I hope you enjoyed this chapter!