T H E F L A S H
I was cornered, trapped, surrounded, Taking in my last few dozen breaths. As I kneeled into the gravel falling slowly to my palms while he stared tauntingly at me through the blurs.
"Things could have gone better, Cory. We could've...
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"You can't blame me for Prada." ⚡⚡⚡
-C O R Y-
"You lied to us. How could you not tell us you're experiencing dizzy spells? We're your doctors!"
Catlin paced around on her second rant of the day. Only lord knows how she's capable of making run-on sentences without being out of breath.
"God knows what's going on inside your body."
I caught a glance of her flailing arms, but that soon went away as my head was ducked into the trash bin on the opposite side of the room.
My stomach was in knots to say the least.
A worker at Jitters found me passed out on the stairs and I was nearly on edge to being exposed when he offered to call the ambulance. It was a bad excuse but I waved it off with a 'don't worry, I realized vodka and peanut butter don't mix well.' And was sent home early as a sick day.
I'm just happy he didn't tell the boss. I'm hanging onto this job by a thread. A very tiny and weak thread.
"Caitlin can you stop moving so much, your not making me feel any better."
Allen's eyes wandered over my hunched figure and crinkles in his forehead appeared as he raised both brows. "What's wrong with her?"
"Never mind that," Caitlin snapped her fingers to gain back Allen's attention, but only partially. "Your cells are in a constant state of flux-"
"My body's in a constant state of flux." I mumbled, except it was much louder than a mumble and for once I didn't intend it to.
Caitlin's right hand found its way to her hip and I knew I've done wrong. She's already in a agitated mood so it's better not to poke the bear. Unless your me who's oblivious to everything and doesn't just poke the bear but rather stabs it.
"I'm sorry, are you coughing up blood?"
I looked back into the trash just to see chunks of vomit jumbled with some lost motivation and self deprivation. "N-not yet."
"Well until then, your fine." My barf would like to says otherwise.
"You could be experiencing cardiopulmonary failure or a transient ischemic attack." Viewing the frantic figure that is Caitlin Snow from afar you could tell she's been hanging around Dr. Wells too much for anyone's liking. She's catching on to the annoying habit of overcomplicating her words to sound smarter.
If we can't handle one Harrison, what makes you think we would want two?
Barry seemed to be confused and looked to Wells for help.
