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Flash x Reader

(This is not my own work)

You smiled as you watched Barry sleep peacefully in the chair next to the door of your room. He had a hand propped up on the arm and was leaning his cheek against his face. You always remembered when he’d fall asleep while you two would study during high school, no matter how stressed he seemed to be about an upcoming or, in this case, one of his best friends being in the hospital after a not-so-friendly encounter with Zoom, he always looked so peaceful while he slept.

The doctor sneaked in a few seconds later, careful not to disturb the sleeping speedster because he knew he would still be there. Apparently before you had woken up, Barry had been with you practically twenty-four seven. Some of the younger, and even a few of the older nurses kept asking you about him and commenting on how adorable he was.

“How are you feeling Ms. (y/l/n)?” he asked. He picked up your chart and took a quick glance over it.

You shrugged, wincing at the pain that radiated in your shoulder. “Good, for the most part. Just a little sore yet.”

He nodded and checked your vitals, though it was obvious that they hadn’t changed. He wrote down a few things on my papers that were on his clipboard. “Well I’ve got some good news for you, I think we’ll be able to get you out of here before Christmas.”

“Perfect,” you stated simply.

“Make you sure tell your boyfriend if he ever decides to wake up,” the doctor mentioned with a mischievous smirk.

“He’s not my boyfriend,” you muttered quietly, you didn’t really care if he heard you or not because you knew he would brush you off anyway.

As soon as the doctor was out of the room Barry stirred. He unclenched his fist and rubbed a hand down his face. He looked up and searched the room before he focused on you and a smile grow on his face.

“Welcome back to the land of the living,” you joked.

He chuckled and pushed himself up from his chair and came over to my side. “How are you feeling?”

“Sore and antsy to get out of this hospital bed, but the doctor said I should get out before Christmas which is a plus.”

“Really? That’s great! Iris was pretty upset when she found out you could be stuck in here over the holidays.”

“And you weren’t?” I raised brow, challenging him.

His eyes widened in slight panic. “Of course I was, but, you know, Iris would have been bummed if you weren’t at Christmas… Not that I wouldn’t be bummed to.”

I laughed and he finally stopped rambling when he realized I was joking. “Thanks for staying with me all this time.”

“It was only fair, I was the reason you got hurt.”

You shook your head furiously, “It was not your fault.”

He let out an exasperated sigh and started pacing the room, indicating that he was becoming very frustrated. “It was my fault (y/n). I brought you into all of this when I told you who I was. I thought knowing would keep you safe, but it just came back to bite me in the ass.”

“Barry Allen.” He stopped and looked at you, taking in the annoyed glare and frown that adorned your face. “I would be in so much more danger if I didn’t know about you. If I get in trouble now I have you on speed dial. Just like that night, if I hadn’t know you were the Flash I wouldn’t have been able to call you and you wouldn’t have been able to find me.”

He sighed again and stopped pacing, opting instead for staring out the window at the sky. It was almost five and the sun was beginning to set, giving the sky a cool orange glow and bathing the hospital room in the same hue.

“(y/n), you have no idea how worried about you I was. When I saw you laying there, I could barely contain myself. I wanted to run off and find Zoom, to destroy him for what he did to you, but you were bleeding so much I had to force myself to forget about Zoom and get you here. I knew Caitlin wouldn’t be able to handle this.”

“Barry, look at me.” The speedster obeyed for once and locked eyes with you. “I’m alive, and I’m okay, all because of you. Please remember that, I don’t want you punishing yourself over this anymore.” You winced as you moved your hand to grab his.

He gave you a sad smile and twisted his hand so he could hold yours properly. “I think it’s safe to say that I have the best, best friend in the world.”

You shook your head, making Barry furrow his brows in confusion. “I’ll argue with you on that one. I’m not sure if you know this, but my best friend,” you paused and looked around the room, trying to act dramatic. “He’s the Flash.”

The two of you laughed at your pathetic attempt at a joke and then you forced Barry to go home and shower, stating that he smelled too sterile for your liking. Upon his return an hour later he brought Iris and Joe along with a small box full of bags from Big Belly Burger and it was at that moment as you bit into your burger that you decided you really did have the best, best friend ever. Flash or not.