Chapter Seventeen

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I lay out on the air strip surrounded by burst water barrels. I got back up and ran back to the guys.
"I think I broke my arm," I said.
"And your leg," said Cisco pointing. My leg was bent in an unnatural way.
"But I don't feel anything," I said.
"It must be your accelerated celluar regeneration," said Caitlin.
"You are truely fascinating, Mr Allen," said Harrison.
"Let's get back to Star Labs and fix you up," said Cisco.

"So how fast was I running?" I asked Cisco.
"Around 300km before you crashed," said Cisco.
"You might wanna learn how to stop," said Caitlin laying me down in the medi-bay. She took a couple of x-rays and she had a very surprised face.
"Your bones have almost fully healed in a couple of hours," said Caitlin examining the x-rays.
"Where did Cisco go?" Asked Harrison.
"He said he had something important to work on," I said.
"I also have something important to work on," he said driving off.

"I have an announcement to make," said Cisco wheeling out what looked like a mannequin under a sheet. We both looked in his direction.
"Ta-da," he said revealing the mannequin in a red suit with a lightning bolt on the chest.
"Is that for me?" I asked.
"Sure is it is made out of a material that won't burn up from the friction you create when you run, has a built in com system so we can talk to you and some other less important things,"
"Cisco you have out done yourself," said Caitlin slowly clapping. With a blur of red I had put the suit on.
"Fits well and it's comfortable," I said.
"What's behind the door?" Asked Caitlin.
"A treadmill that will withstand Barry's speed," he said opening the door.
"What haven't you thought of," she said.
"Let's test it out," I said speeding past them and jumping on the treadmill. All they could see was a blur of red running on a treadmill.
"Barry your almost at 500km," Saks Cisco.
"And his vitals are at normal levels, for him," said  Caitlin just before I tripped and got flung into some empty boxes.
"I'm ok," I muffled from under the boxes.

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