Impossible

Hey guys!

So, my sister and I started watching The Flash, but we're on episode 17, so...if I have anything wrong, don't kill me! I'm still a newbie!

Also, this is friendship SnowBarry, but if you wanna read it as romance, go ahead.

And cut me some slack, this is the first adult superhero show I've written for, so...

And now, on with the story!

The night started out normal.

Barry, Cisco and Catlin all went to the bar and while Barry and Cisco were playing against each other in a game of pool, Catlin was trying to figure out which formula could get Barry drunk, and they were all failing.

"Catlin, I don't think it's gonna work. My metabolism just keeps burning through the alcohol."

"I'll keep working on it. We'll figure it out, Barry."

Barry nodded as a small ache started creeping into his head.

"Hey guys? I'm starting to get a headache, so I think I'm gonna head out. I'll see you tomorrow." He told them, grabbing his jacket before leaving the bar.

He contemplated calling a Uber or a taxi since his head was rapidly getting worse, but decided to just go ahead and speed back to the house.

He stopped outside of the door as his head started pounding hard in his skull, along with a small amount of nausea starting to build up in his stomach.

He went inside where Joe was sitting, going through several files, and Barry could tell they were on his mother's case.

Barry gently knocked on the doorframe, making the older male turn around.

"Hey Bar. What are you doing home so early, It's only eleven. You doing OK?"

"Yeah, just tired. I'm gonna go ahead and head up."

"Goodnight, Barry." He smiled, turning back to his work as Barry sighed.

"Night Joe."

Before going up the stairs to his room and laying down, praying the nausea would pass and the headache would go away and falling asleep.

Barry woke up from his sleep with a aching head and horrible nausea, knowing that if he tried to get to the bathroom, vomit would be on the floor faster then he could run.

He focused as he tried to run to the bathroom, but ended up collapsing in the hall where the drinks and his dinner spilled all over the floor while he loudly retched, trying to catch his breath.

Joe woke up a few minutes later to the noise of vomiting, something he had only heard in recent years when Iris had hangover, but he immediately remembered that his daughter no longer lived there and that Barry was the only one.

He got up immediately to see Barry dry heaving on the floor beside a large puddle of vomit in front of him.

"Easy, Barr." He told him, placing his hand on Barry's back.

Barry stopped dry heaving and was able to sit up against the wall while Joe grabbed a bowl from downstairs, handing it to his foster son.

"I thought you couldn't get drunk."

"I can't."

Joe reached up and placed his warm hand on Barry's forehead, feeling the radiating heat come off.

"You're pretty hot, Barr."

"I-I'm fine." Barry replied as he started to stand up before Joe held his arm and helped him.