Barry Berkman

Part 12

As I walked over towards Barry, he hadn't been too badly wounded. I decided to check the other guy's pulse. It was weak so I shot him once more. I carefully picked up Barry and carried him over to the closest stairwell. I left him and went back to grab his gun. I went in alone and look what happened, jeez. I thought to myself. I made my way back to the stairwell and locked the door behind myself. As I kneeled down on the ground, Barry was breathing.

"Thank God." I muttered to myself as I ripped the sleeve of my shirt off.

I covered his wound with the rag and applied pressured, to slow the blood loss down a little bit. I pressed on his head a little too hard and he winced in pain. I stopped using the sleeve and gently tapped the unharmed side of his face, to try to wake him up. He shook his head side to side a bit before slowly opening his eyes. Weakly, he asked,

"Hey. What's going on?"

I chuckled at this and replied,

"One of the Bolivians hit you in the head, but don't worry. I got rid of all of them and you're gonna be okay."

I gave him a half smile and he just stared back at me. Finally he smiled back and closed his eyes. I decided to sit down with him and pulled out one of the burner phones. I opened Messages and texted Fuches,

Got the stash house. Thanks for the great partner 🙄

I hit send and chuckled as he liked the message. He replied 'thanks' and then I put my phone away. I closed my eyes and decided to rest a little.

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I woke up to Barry shaking me. I opened my eyes and he looked down at me. He was crouching, but he was ready to go.

"Hey, Y/N, we gotta go." He jabbed his thumb down the stairs and added, "Thanks for helping my head by the way."

"You're welcome." I smiled and he pulled me up off the ground.

As we ran down the stairs, guns in arm, I felt my phone vibrate. I ignored it and continued down the stairs which led to a hallway and eventually, the door. Barry shoved himself into it and it opened, revealing a burst of cool air. We both slowed our jog to a nice walk and he started smiling. I smiled too and we walked off together.

Before I got in my car, he turned to me and said,

"Thanks for, y'know, killing those guys for me back there, that was pretty badass." He gave me a big smile and I blushed and laughed too.

"You're welcome. I enjoyed it." I replied and then added, "Er, killing them with you."

Even in the dark night light, I could see him blush and we chuckled before saying our goodbyes. As I got in my car I watched him walk off down the road. I thought about offering him a ride, but he seemed okay going back alone. I smiled to myself again and drove off.