Barry's P.O.V:
It's been a month and she's still not awake. My heart feels like it's no longer beating but still somehow breaks over and over when she has her seizures that are beyond understandable.
Joe was distraught when he found out and neither of us can bring ourselves to leave the hospital without her. The only way I'm walking out of here is with her hand in mine.
Joe went to buy some lunch from the canteen downstairs, not that I feel like eating. My eyes weigh more than my entire body but I'm too scared to close them just in case I miss her awakening. I want to be the first person she sees when she wakes us to be aware that I didn't give up on her even when she almost is already gone; but I don't like to think of it that way, she's coming back and I know it. Her hand is resting in mine and the heart rate machine is beeping regularly, bringing me comfort.
I'm drowning in my own grief whilst staring at her, lying still on her back, strapped to machines which are the only things keeping her alive; and I'm personally reminiscing on all of my memories I treasure with her in the depths of my shattered, unbeating heart.
I hear a gentle knock at the door and it's the man that I would have once paid millions to be in the presence with but now just want to murder with my bare hands. Harridon wells. He lost the ability to walk from the explosion so you could say he got what was coming to him, but Iris' life is a lot more valued than his legs.
"What?!" I say, gritting my teeth and ennunciating the 't', emphasising my anger and disgust of him.
He clears his throat and wheels in to the room.
"Mr Allen?" He asks, acting sincere.
"You've got some nerve," I scoff.
"I'm sorry about what happened, Mr Allen... but I'm here to help," he says.
"Help?" I sarcastically laugh and then look at Iris, unconscious and my anger deepens, "you said that about the accelerator! Look at her Wells, does it look like you've helped?!" I stand up, my rage taking control and I yell.
He looks down and I'm glad he's feeling bad about it although I'd much rather have Iris back.
I look back at her and that pain I feel every day haunts me once more and I sit back down, placing her hand in mine again.
"I want you to leave," I demand.
"Mr Allen I-"
"LEAVE!" I condemn him.
"I CAN BRING HER BACK!" he shouts back at me trying to dominate the situation.
"You're lying, they've done everything they can here all we can do is wait. Iris is strong... we don't need you." I tell him.
"If you'd just hear me out...I understand why you don't trust me anymore, I took a lot from you but that wasn't my intention..."
"You took everything from me!" I correct him.
"I know, and I am truly sorry but right now, Iris needs my help. I have the facilities and the knowledge to be able to help her. You have nothing else to lose Barry... let me help Miss West, please." He says.
I take a long moment to consider his offer. Why should I trust him? I guess I looked up to him for pretty much all my life, unaware that one day he'll be responsible for this and I trusted him... and right now Iris is trusting me with literally her life; to make the right decision on her behalf. But he's right... I don't have nothing else to lose, and as much as it pains me to say it...I think he's right. He could be able to save her. I am going to have to persist through the hatred I hold of him for putting her in this position for Iris' sake because right now she's all that matters.
I look up to him now like I did as a kid when he was the almighty Harrison Wells.
"Save her..." I say, my voice breaking.
He nods and looks relieved which gives me the impression he genuinely does want to help, but I know he'll never be forgiven, by anyone.
"I will, and that's a promise." He says. "I'll get some of my top scientist employees to help transfer her to STAR labs as soon as possible and get her back on a firm positive road to recovery... thank you for trusting me Mr Allen, I understand it must be difficult."
"Difficult an understatement." I say, looking back at her, the distraught striking me again.
*****
[At STAR labs]
It's weird being back here, the place where my nightmare arose. I clench my fists as I walk in, trying to contain my anger. Joe had to go back go work as money has been tight since Iris was hospitalised; I am too broken to go back to work and cant bring myself to go there just knowing it's where she wants to be and all those ambitions she had of being a cop... just knowing that she might not ever get the chance to do that because at any time she could lose the battle of life; but I dread to think of it.
I enter what they call the 'cortex' and she's strapped up to more machines than before but the change in setting is somehow reassuring as if somethings changed.
It's funny how once upon a time being in here would be a dream come true but now all my attention is focused on iris; not the facility, not the science, not the people...but iris.
I sit myself down next to her and take her hand and resume back to my cage of depression.
