All The Time in the World [1] // the flash

34 : Oh What A Wonderful World

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Oliver Queen had been the first one to find her.

She was on her back, a pool of blood forming underneath her. Her hair was sprawled out around her head and her eyes were closed, her head leaning to one side. A large crimson spot the size of Oliver's hand, maybe even bigger, was stained on her abdomen.

His body seemed to go numb in that moment, his bow slipping from his fingers. The metal bow clattered to the ground with a clang. He rushed forward, falling to his knees at her side. He ripped off his mask, it falling at the edge of the ever growing pool of Gen's blood.

"No no no no, Gen? Genevieve wake up. Gen!" He took a hold of her face, patting it urgently. On hand went down to her abdomen, pressing hard on the wound. His right hand remained cupping Gen's porcelain face. Usually Oliver was sharp and calm in these types of situations.  When he saw Gen lying there motionless in her own pool of blood his mind seemed to turn to goo. He felt tears prick the back of his eyes and his heart racing in his chest.

He couldn't break down now, if there was a chance Gen could survive this he could waste time crying. He couldn't waste time feeling anything. Taking a quick deep breath he applied as much pressure as he was willing to without harming Gen. "Genevieve please you have to wake up. Damnit Gen don't do this, you can't..." he tried talking to her hoping he'd lull her out of whatever deep slumber she was slipping into.

He was so consumed with Gen he didn't hear the set of feet entering the warehouse. "Oliver? Dude where are you?" Barry called out, "If you think you're getting out of cle-" Looking up, Oliver stared at Barry with grief stricken eyes.

A mix of emotions seemed to pass through Barry at that moment. Shock. Confusion. Anger. Pure grief. He stepped forward, but Oliver was already on his feet blocking his path to Gen. He held Barry's shoulders and pushed him back. "Barry," Oliver's voice was low and unsteady, "you need to go back outside-"

Barry immediately sped around him, fortunately regaining his powers, and fell to the ground beside Gen. "This can't be happening," his voice was barely above a whisper. He bent forward and cupped Genevieve's face gently, "Babe wake up, Gen please you have to wake up. It's okay, you're okay." His gaze traveled up and down her body, it lingering on the large spot of dried blood on her shirt. "Oh god, oh god oh god," he reached forward to cover the bullet wound, but Oliver had knelt down net to him and grabbed his wrist.

"Barry Gen's-" He was cut off by the force of Barry pushing him away, some of the blood from Oliver's hand staining Barry's wrist. "Oliver no, we need to get her to a hospital. Who knows how long she has." Turning back around, he slid both arms under her limp body and picked her up bridal style. Blood dripped on to his shoe and the clean spots on the floor. Oliver quickly pushed himself up, tears streaming down his face at this point in time. He knew the reality of the situation. He didn't want to believe it, but he knew. Barry also knew deep down, but his pure grief, anger, and confusion was clouding his judgment.

Oliver stepped in front of Barry, "Barry stop, please. There's no use in going to the hospital." Looking back at Oliver with unshed tears in his eyes, he shook his head, "Oliver no, we can still help her. Maybe-"

"Barry!" Oliver yelled. A sob escaped the hooded vigilante's lips as he reached forward to try and take Gen's still form from Barry's shaky hold. He took a deep breath and lowered his tone, "Barry there's no use in taking her to the hospital. There's...there's too much blood. The bullet....hit a vital organ. Barry just give her to me...Barry listen...I know you're...."

Everything Oliver was saying sounded like it was underwater to Barry. As if someone stuffed cotton balls into his ears and threw him in a pool. The tears were now cascading down his flushed cheeks. His hold on Gen was so shaky Oliver was afraid he'd drop her. Reaching forward he slid his arms under her body and lifted her up out of his grasp. He held her cold body close to his own, his tears slowly falling on to her.

Barry simply collapsed on the ground, his back leaning on a metal beam. His entire body seemed to buzz with anger and grief. Tears streamed down his face as he continuously shook his head, "no no no no, she promised me. Oliver she promised me she'd be fine. She has to be fine, she promised!" Barry's yelling and sobbing caused the rest of both teams to rush inside. Once they did, everyone immediately stopped in their tracks. Their gazes went from Barry's broken and defeated form on the ground to Oliver, his back facing them.

"Oliver?" Diggy's voice broke through the thick silence, "what is it?" The Green Arrow turned around with Genevieve still in his arms. The words were heavy in his mouth, but he managed to spit them out.

"It's Genevieve....she's dead."

A/N: I hope I captured Barry's denial and grief well. Okay now you can look forward to the epilogue. Also sorry if I caused any heartbreaks.