𝘽𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙮 𝙃𝘽𝙊 𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙩𝙨/𝙞𝙢𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙨/𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙣𝙨

𝘼𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙈𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣. (𝙃𝙖𝙣𝙠 𝙭 𝘽𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙮)

𝙃𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙤 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙨! 𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙖 𝙧𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙗𝙮 @MayzieMoore6

𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: 𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙙, 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙫𝙞𝙤𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚

𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮: 𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙖𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝘽𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙮 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙃𝙖𝙣𝙠'𝙨 𝙖𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙜𝙣𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙨 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙝𝙞𝙢. 𝙃𝙚'𝙨 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙮 𝙢𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙪𝙥, 𝙨𝙤 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙗𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙝𝙞𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙, 𝙃𝙖𝙣𝙠?

𝙀𝙣𝙟𝙤𝙮!

It was a simple day so far. Everyone on the streets were walking around, shopping and just having fun with each other. There was a lot of socialization that day. Well, unless you were Barry Berkman, basically bleeding into his hoodie. He couldn't call Fuches because he would obviously get chewed out. And the last incident with the stitches and superglue didn't need to happen again.

So, Barry had no choice but to call him. Not Fuches. Hank. He was basically mentally cursing himself for calling him, but it was obviously too late.

About twenty to twenty five minutes after he made the call, there was a knock at his apartment door. Well, here goes nothing. The tall raven-haired male made his way to the door, only to be greeted by Hank.

"Barry! Woah- okay that is like- way worse than I was expecting. Oookay. You're lucky my guys basically use me as a nurse because they fucking suck. But you're different. Sit, sit." Hank said. If he was compared to anything, it would be a hyperactive Puppy who acted as if they were on nitrous oxide. Definitely not Barry's type of friend, but it was just a whole coincidence that Hank was his best friend.

"It can't be that bad. Just do what you need and get out." Barry shot back, giving one of his cold glares that he usually gave Hank.

"Mkay! Off with the shirt, sexy!" Hank said, pulling out the little luggage piece he had, which was just filled with medical equipment. His 'army' still sucked, so he didn't really have a choice but to care for them as if they were just patients and he was a doctor.

Barry raised his eyebrow before he took off his shirt. "Excuse me what-" He said, giving a look to Hank.

"Nothing- Now what do we have here- Oh sweet baby Jesus what the fuck-"
Hank said, looking at the wound. The skin around it was basically falling apart, the bleeding was still happening, and not to mention that the bullet was still lodged inside his shoulder. "Yeah this shit is gonna hurt."

Timeskip brought to you by soup.

After everything was done, Barry had ended up actually getting real stitches and he was practically so cleaned that nobody could tell anything happened. Well, he was gonna be sore for a while. He put on another shirt and walked back into the main room of the apartment, sitting beside Hank. "Thanks." he mumbled, only to get hugged by Hank. Barry disliked hugs, but of course he returned it.

"Anytime, Barry. Just fucking take it easy, jeez. I thought you were a gifted assassin. You are but just wear a bulletproof vest. Can't have you die on my watch, yes?" Hank said, smirking before he sat up and kissed his cheek before he grabbed his things and practically ran out of the apartment.

𝙄𝙢 𝙨𝙤 𝙨𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙗𝙖𝙙! 𝙄 𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙄 𝙙𝙤𝙣𝙩 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡 𝙬𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙤𝙙𝙖𝙮!