In A Flash

Chapter 22

Barry's POV

Megan eventually woke up a few hours later, her bloodshot eyes scanning the room.

"Hey sleeping beauty." I say softly. She starts to sit up, but I stop her. "Aren't you still tired? What you did made you lose a lot of energy."

"I'm okay." Which was an obvious lie, because she then yawned and rubbed her eyes.

"Why don't you want to sleep? You're still tired. I can see it in your eyes."

Megan seemed reluctant to say anything, but she did. "I'm having nightmares." She whispers in a voice I could barely hear.

This took me by surprise. "Really? You haven't been waking up screaming or anything."

"Because they're different than any other ones I have. And my mind stays asleep and keeps me in the nightmare since I'm so tired." She bites her lip. It was more than a nightmare, but she doesn't want to tell me anything.

I pushed a little further. "Megan, what were they about?" The look in her sleepy eyes told me everything.

They were about me.

I wrap my arms around her and bring her face to my chest. I rub her back in small circles. "What happened?" I speak in a low tone, just in case someone was outside the room. Which I doubt, because we were the only ones in the building right now.

I feel Megan's arms tighten around me and her head moved so I could hear her speak. "I lost you. Something...something happened. And it was my fault." She sniffled. "My fault." She full-on crying now.

"Hey. Hey, it's not going to happen. I'm right here and I'll always be by your side. Okay?" I comfort her. "Do you want to go home?" She nods.

In a few seconds we were in her bedroom, and I tucked her in next to me. She looked at me as I wrap her up in my arms and eventually, I saw her nod off to sleep.

How can such a sweet girl like Megan be haunted so badly by her past? Ever since her dad came back and tried to kill her, I've seen her get less sleep every night. The dark bags under her eyes prove it. I don't know how else to help besides stay by her side and support her. Her nightmares haunt her during the night, and the panic attacks and memories of the past add to it.
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I wake up to the feeling of someone touching my face and hair. I kept my eyes closed. I knew it was Megan.

I felt one of her fingers trace my jaw line and the bridge of my nose. I sensed her ever so slightly touch my eyelashes and run her fingers through my hair. Her fingers eventually made their way down to my lips, and then pulled away. Did she know I was awake?

I begin to open my eyes to find Megan's lips inches from mine. She sees me, eyes growing wide and blushes. "How long have you been awake?" She questions.

"Long enough to know what you were doing." I smirk and pull her in for a short kiss. "You couldn't wait?" I tease. Megan blushes a deeper shade of crimson at my comment. "Did you get enough sleep last night?"

"Yes. Best I've slept in a long time."

She was lying. I could tell she was using all of her energy to stay awake right now. Her eyes were red and glossy. "Why do you keep lying about that?"

Megan freezes on the spot. "I don't want to worry you."

"By not telling me, you're making me worry a lot more. Go back to sleep. You need a lot of it." I tell her.

She refuses and sits up. "I'm not going to sleep. I need to go to work."

"It's our day off." I smile triumphantly at winning the argument. I then stand up from the bed. "I'm going to Star Labs. You're going to sleep. Is that okay?"