Primrose Path (A Harry Wells x Reader Insert)

Chapter 18

Harry scrambles into the hospital, bumping shoulders with medical personnel, pushing past the wave of doctors and nurses with dreadful hastiness in every step. Each passing person in the ward either shares a look of frustration or annoyance at his frantic surge, but their current disgust was the very least of his worries. Cisco's anxious chatter from the phone call still rings through his mind as a million other thoughts whirred alongside them.

You. Blood. Fatal. Hospital. Urgent. Quick.

"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!" Harry presses his lips into a tight, thin line, while wrinkles crease his forehead. Aggravation and distress wells up in his chest, and his insides tighten with each ticking second. With a swift beeline to the floor Cisco had claimed you resided in, he scans the doors for your room number.

Once Harry finds your issued room, he stands at the door, trying to calm himself before confronting you. He takes a small breath. Harry grips the door handle tightly before wrenching it open. The door swings with such force startling Barry, Cisco, and yourself, as you lie in the hospital bed. Only then do Harry's senses finally register the sterile smell of the hospital.

"Harry, how did-?" you ask, still in a daze and recovering from the painkillers the nurses had administered in the IV. You blink your eyes a few times to keep your vision in focus. A nubilous scenery setting the mood outside the window of your hospital room, the faint smell of anesthesia escapes your nostrils.

Almost instantly, something inside of Harry snaps. Whether it's his mentality or heartstrings, it doesn't matter at this point. When his azure eyes catch a glimpse of your heavily bandaged shoulder, the dark black colour of the damaged skin along with the several stitches protruding the whiteness of the wraps... Silent fury replaces the calmness that he managed to keep within him on his way up. Harry gives both younger men a dangerous glare. His eyes narrow as he tries to keep his tone to a civil level.

"Get. Out."

"Harry, we-" Barry starts, him and Cisco rising from the hospital couch that was placed by your bedside.

"Now. Allen." Barry speeds Cisco and himself out at Harry's critical tone. Harry turns his body to where the door flashes to a close behind them, before zoning in on you. "What the hell were you thinking?"

"I was trying to help with-" you try, sobering up at his voice with discomfort building in your stomach.

"You could've died from the stupid stunt you pulled out there!" Harry steps closer to your bed, leaning forward to rest his clenched fists on top of the bland white of the bed covers. You move to completely sit up on the bed without furthering your almost-fatal injury and gulp before trying again. Harry has to understand your take on this.

"Harry," you speak up. He waits, watching you with a glint of deadliness that you rarely see. He backs up a bit from the bed with his hands behind his head. "I thought that... with what happened to Caitlin that I could go through with the delivery for her. You taught me self-defence so... I-I just didn't know it was-" You're cut off, smoothing the covers in your lap as the heart monitor beeped in the background.

"-A trap? Well, guess what? It was. And you know what happened?" Harry inquires rhetorically, putting a hand on his hip and pointing a finger accusingly at you. Shame and fear fill you as he continues, "You were there and you got shot, (Y/N). Now you're here, injured for putting yourself out there. You were only supposed to work with documents, the office-level assignments, not go running out into the field! Did it mean anything to you when I told you that losing you would be the end of me? I confided my worst fears in you and you do this ? Try and make it more likely to happen?"

You look down at your lap, hands folded as you sense the guilt of every word he utters. The heart monitor beeps get quicker in succession. Harry has never raised his voice or talked to you like this. Never you. He falls silent when he sees your sullen expression, hands falling to his side. It's as if you can see his walls building up inside.

"We shouldn't have done this..." he whispers to himself while shaking his head slightly. His mouth pursed as if he was sucking on a sour candy.

"What?" Your head bolts up to look at him, confusion adorned on your face. "H-Harry? What do you...?"

Harry rubs his eyes with his hand, then pinches the bridge of his nose. He barely holds your teary gaze and a scoff accompanies it. "I shouldn't have pursued this. Shouldn't have gone for you. Shouldn't have asked you out. I should've stopped myself, goddammit. Why I thought I could have both..."

Your eyes widen as he averts his gaze to the ground. Your heart strains in your chest and your breaths gradually slow. No, he didn't mean that. He couldn't. This can't be the end for you two - your story had just begun.

How can...? Why would...?

"Harry, no, please - I love you. We can-"

"Stop." He shuts you down and bites on the inside of his cheek. "We can't do this anymore. This," he points in a back-and-forth manner to you and him, "wasn't going to work and I was a fool to think it would."

The tears that had formed in your eyes were beginning to sting. A small cry escapes your mouth as you start to beg. "B-but I love you. Please don't leave. Don't leave me, Harry, please. I can't do this without you! You said you'd never leave me!"

"I'm sorry this is happening to you. I'm sorry for all of this. For drawing you in. Letting you get this close to me. Everything. But that won't be an issue anymore. You won't see me again, (Y/N)... Goodbye."

Harry dashes out of the room but not before glancing at your miserable, teary self one last time.