The Killer Instinct

Chapter 19

Katie's POV

"Unbelievable!" I grunted slamming my good fist on the table. "He's being ridiculous!"

"Do you really believe that it was your fault she died?" Oliver asked gently taking my hands.

"Yes...I do...because it is!" I insisted examining my bandaged hand.

"No it's not." Oliver began to softly rub his thumb over my hands. "Barry just said that out of anger. He was upset that they couldn't be together. He'll get over it."

I opened my mouth to say something but instead I closed and started towards the stairs, "Let's eat some breakfast."

Oliver and I ran up the stairs into the kitchen to be met by Barry. He was sitting alone at the island counter eating a plain bagel and reading old articles about the Flash written by Iris.

Barry shut his laptop, "Oliver can I talk to you for a second?"

Oliver glanced at me and shrugged as he followed Barry towards the living room.

I heard muffled whispers as I got out the eggs and bacon.

Oliver's POV

"What happened to her hand?" Barry asked his eyes moving towards the kitchen.

"She punched the mirror in our room." I answered giving him a hard stare.

"What?! Why?!" Barry's jaw dropped and a look of worry set across his face.

"Because she was upset and angry about what YOU told her!" I snapped.

"What do you mean?" Barry took a step backward, shocked.

"You told her it was her fault Iris is dead! She believes you! Ever since it happened she always thought in her mind that it was her fault and now look what you did! You made it worse!" I finished my rant and glanced in the kitchen.

Katie was flipping eggs and turning over the bacon not hearing a word we were saying.

"I..." Barry couldn't seem to find the right words.

"You screwed up Barry. Now your sister hurt herself because of you." I put words in his mouth and walked back into the kitchen.

Katie's POV

Oliver came back into the kitchen after a few minutes of talking to my brother.

"What'd HE want?" I slid a plate over to Oliver.

"He asked about your hand." Oliver took a bite of the eggs and smiled.

My eggs are pretty good.

"Did you knock some sense into him?" I giggled and winced as I tried to wrap my hand around my cup.

"Yeah." Oliver grinned and grabbed a straw from the cabinet. "Here."

I put my injured hand in my lap and took a sip of my drink, "How will I be able to stop drug dealers and robberies if I can't even grab my cup?"

Oliver shrugged, "We'll figure it out."

I finished my breakfast and grabbed my helmet.

"Where are you going?" Oliver followed me out into the garage.

"I'm gonna head to the lab. I haven't been there in a while." I answered and sped out the driveway.