Aftermath

The Good Doctor

"Frost, we got an alert from- What did you do?!"

"Why do you assume I did this? ...Well, I didn't! He was being an idiot."

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"Don't just stand there; help me get him into the MedBay!"

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"What's wrong with him?"

"How long do you have?"

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"I better get paid extra for this..."

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Voices and sounds faded in and out of his mind. Then, like forcing one's head up above bobbing waves, Savitar came back to full consciousness. His eyes peeled open slowly, taking a moment to adjust to the bright lights of... (Where was he?)

"Why is it that I always end up patching you up? You'd think that you might return the favor once in a while – or stop doing stupid things, at the very least."

Startled, Savitar looked to the side to see Frost standing over him with a chart. He scrunched his eyebrows. Pieces of the puzzle then started falling into place. The soft surface under him was a bed, and he was in the MedBay. Savitar would never admit it out loud, but the sight of Frost watching over him as soon as he woke was more comforting than he'd like. Regardless of what may have happened in the time he was unconscious, knowing Caitlin was there chased away all his fears. At least, it used to – back when he had been Barry.

With that thought, Savitar smirked up at her. "Is this sentiment, Dr. Snow?"

She jammed a needle into his arm with more force than necessary, deriving pleasure from his subsequent wince. "Don't be ridiculous. I'm just here for the money."

His smirk remained nonetheless, until questions began filling his mind. "What happened?"

"You passed out."

Savitar raised an eyebrow. It was the closest he ever came to showing fear. He immediately tried to sit up but felt some resistance near his hands. Savitar looked down to discover that his wrists were bound to the bed with meta-dampening cuffs. This time, some fear did manage to show on his face.

He jerked aggressively, trying to break the restraints. "What is this?!"

Frost pushed him back down with a firm (and rather painful) hand on his chest. "Trust me; you wouldn't be able to go anywhere even if you weren't restrained."

"Frost, you better tell me what's going on right now or-"

"Or what? You'll glare me to death?"

Fortunately, Barry and Cisco, who had been alerted by all the commotion, jogged in before things got any worse. Barry was the first to speak. "Woah, guys, settle down. No need for a fight."

"There's always need for a fight," Savitar rebutted, staring pointedly at Frost.

"Ooooh. Brave words coming from the only one in the room restrained and without powers," she threw back.

"Alright, enough!" Cisco interjected. "You're supposed to be keeping him alive, not threating his life."

"I'm a multitasker."

"Well, take a break, Frost. Cisco and I can handle him for a while."

Frost made a show of rolling her eyes and turning away dramatically. "Be my guest. I need a drink."

"You're still on the job, you know!" Cisco called after her. She kept walking, letting out a noncommittal acknowledgement.

Once she was gone, Barry wasted no time with preamble. "Savitar, what were you thinking?"