The Fast and Forensicness (Flash OneShots)

Sick Day...

Barry comes home from work to find you lying on the couch sick.

"Omigosh (y/n)!" he says, dropping his stuff to race to you. He starts to talk really fast, "are you ok? What happened? Are you dying? No, you're dying! You should've told me. I'm sooo sorry. I knew I should've waiting until you were awake before leaving!"

"Barry, calm down," you say. "I'm not dying, I'm just not well, ok?"

"What do you want? A pillow?" he zooms away and comes back with a pillow, "a blanket?" he runs to get a blanket, and wraps it around you, "chicken noodle soup?" he rushes to the kitchen and starts cooking.

"No, Barry," you say, freeing yourself from the blanket. "That's not what I won't"

He races back to you. And leans next to you, you stare into his bluey greeny eyes. "What do you want then?"

"He's looking at me," you say smirking. You quickly wrap your arms around him. You whisper, "you don't know how much I missed you."

"I missed you more," he says, trying to start the 'no I missed you more' war.

"Barry! What's that burning smell?!"

He speeds back to the kitchen, "How would you like burnt chicken noodle soup?"