[ he takes her to his plain white room, because it's easier than anything else. it begins to change just a little, a red wall behind his bed, a dreamcatcher hanging on the ceiling. barry doesn't think much about it, only wanting his room to be as normal as it can be, as if the warmth of it, the flash shade of red accenting the room, and the softness of the sheets of his bed, will somehow shake iris awake. ]
[ barry does everything he can think of to try and wake her up. he vibrates his hand while holding hers, knowing it's enough to pull anyone from a deep sleep. he threatens her with brownies, intending to eat them all and rather slowly in front of her again. he thinks it's unkind, but he tells her joe and wally are here, if only to have her wake up and punch him hard for lying to her. ]
[ he doesn't know how he does it, but when he moves his hand away from hers too quickly, he's surprised by a jolt of electricity, so thin and windy and hot, tethering them for a second before it disappears. ]
[ it still doesn't wake her up. ]
[ sitting as close to the bed as he can manage, he grips her hand tightly. it's warm, and he finds it concerning, but he doesn't think too much of it within that moment. it's second on his list of things to worry about, the first witnessing iris open her eyes again. ]
[ he thinks to vibrate it again, hoping it'll somehow reach her, but he doesn't. iris hadn't needed any superpower to find him in the speed force, and he doesn't think he does, either. this isn't how they work. ]
I need you, Iris. [ with both hands wrapping tightly around hers, he shifts from the chair he's pulled toward the bed to sit on the very edge of it. he tries to calm himself down, that quick heartbeat of his racing harder and faster than it normally does. his throat almost closes up, and feels weighted and hot in itself. barry does his best not to panic over what this means; they've never dealt with something like this before, and it terrifies him to think she's lost to him. ]
Please just … [ he slots his fingers into the spaces of hers, and shifts on the bed so he can rest her hand on his lap. he's almost hovering over her, and where he'd otherwise enjoy being a tower, he doesn't now. not when she isn't awake to joke with him. ] I need you to wake up. I can't do this without you. I can't lose you, too.
[ despite his best attempts to recreate that rope of electricity that'd seen the hairs on the back of his neck stand up, he can't quite recreate it. ]
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[ barry does everything he can think of to try and wake her up. he vibrates his hand while holding hers, knowing it's enough to pull anyone from a deep sleep. he threatens her with brownies, intending to eat them all and rather slowly in front of her again. he thinks it's unkind, but he tells her joe and wally are here, if only to have her wake up and punch him hard for lying to her. ]
[ he doesn't know how he does it, but when he moves his hand away from hers too quickly, he's surprised by a jolt of electricity, so thin and windy and hot, tethering them for a second before it disappears. ]
[ it still doesn't wake her up. ]
[ sitting as close to the bed as he can manage, he grips her hand tightly. it's warm, and he finds it concerning, but he doesn't think too much of it within that moment. it's second on his list of things to worry about, the first witnessing iris open her eyes again. ]
[ he thinks to vibrate it again, hoping it'll somehow reach her, but he doesn't. iris hadn't needed any superpower to find him in the speed force, and he doesn't think he does, either. this isn't how they work. ]
I need you, Iris. [ with both hands wrapping tightly around hers, he shifts from the chair he's pulled toward the bed to sit on the very edge of it. he tries to calm himself down, that quick heartbeat of his racing harder and faster than it normally does. his throat almost closes up, and feels weighted and hot in itself. barry does his best not to panic over what this means; they've never dealt with something like this before, and it terrifies him to think she's lost to him. ]
Please just … [ he slots his fingers into the spaces of hers, and shifts on the bed so he can rest her hand on his lap. he's almost hovering over her, and where he'd otherwise enjoy being a tower, he doesn't now. not when she isn't awake to joke with him. ] I need you to wake up. I can't do this without you. I can't lose you, too.
[ despite his best attempts to recreate that rope of electricity that'd seen the hairs on the back of his neck stand up, he can't quite recreate it. ]