Flash sick/hurt fics

No Such Thing As A Sick Day

        "Barry phase through it," Cisco passionately says over the coms from the comfort of STAR Labs.

A large block of ice has Barry encapsulated. He's already shaking from the cold, now he has to do it faster. It has been what feels like forever and the thick ice is slowly draining his powers.

Captain Cold is trying to freeze Barry out and by the looks of it, his plan seems to be working. The blue on Barry's lips is an obvious sign that his body temperature has dropped immensely.

      He begins to act on Ciscos instructions, moving his hand so fast that he can cut through solids. Cheers and a random "Yes!" come through the coms into Barry's ear as he slips out.

      Snart turns around from the sudden sound of footsteps, pausing his illegal weapons deal. He grabs the cold ray he purposely left within close proximity and points it at Barry.

      All thoughts leave Barry's brain as he stares at the two men. In his mind it's an eternity but in reality, it is only a moment. He decides on running around them in a circle twice.

      He whips around them a couple of times and punches Leonard's guest in the face. The man goes flying to the floor flat on his back, unconscious upon impact.

      Barry goes for a round two, dodging several shots of ice searing his way through the air. A lightning bolt releases from his hand directly into the cold gun. The device explodes. He knows it somehow won't be the end of Snart but at least the city can sleep peaceful for the rest of tonight.

      He signs off the coms, saying Goodnight to all of Star Labs and dashes back to his apartment, running up the flights of stairs without a care in the world of someone checking the security cameras and finding out where The Flash lives.

      A shiver runs down his spine as he snuggles up in bed next to Iris, stealing her body heat with the same amount of remorse Eobard had for taking Harrison Wells identity. Her eyes stay shut. It's one thirty am and she has been asleep for quite some time now.

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Barry jolts awake in a cold sweat. Heavy pants leave his mouth due to a stuffed up nose. He swallows his spit in an attempt to sooth the dry soreness in the back of his throat. The alarm clock on his nightstand beeps in the background of his disoriented thoughts.

Sheets pile up in the middle of the bed, thrown over from where Iris once was, yet she is no longer in the room.

A throbbing pain runs through Barry's temples as he lets his head fall back on the pillows. The last thing he wants to do is leave the bed but he knows there really isn't another option.

"Finally you're awake, you slept through the first alarm. Long night?" Iris turns around from the stove as Barry walks into the kitchen. A small apron is tied around her waist. She cracks an egg against the pan and opens it onto the pan. They say eggs have a lot of protein and she could tell by the look on Barry's face while he was sleeping that it's going to be a long day.

"Snart was trying to sell illegal weapons, again," Barry practically slurs his words as he groggily grabs the mug of decaf coffee Iris made off of the counter.

"Your voice sounds kind of funny, are you alright?" Iris responds without missing a beat. It is no shock to her some random person was taking advantage of meta tech. Their lives have turned into a real version of Despicable Me and she's come to terms with it rather quickly.