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arry kneeled against the tiles; the padding he had added to the ‘knee’ part of the suit was coming in clutch. He peered through the crack in the bathroom door. Nothing. He could see nothing beside one open door leading to another closed door. He didn’t want to be seen, even in a bright red suit. He should really come up with the better and more tactical designs now that he was on the league. ‘Did supe have an alt suit, I should really find out?’ He thought.
A sharp pain shot up his left side. He reeled but pulled himself back to together, trying not to move and alert the other within the building.
He moved, mental, dragging himself towards the speed force, into the red blinding storm. He tried to figure out what was wrong. The pain quickly grew and Barry threw up; it spewed out, out of the red storm and into the room. Hr manged to catch himself, keeping the rest down and looking at his DNA that now coted this villains base. He was now clutched into a ball, his hand traying at his side. Then a memory hit him.
The way his nose stung from the cleaning agents the hospital used, the brights lights that made him squint, the towering figures of the doctors and their squeaky shoes and firm voices. The way Margett, his foster mother at that time, had squeezed his hand and the way Malcom talked him through the pain.
And oh god the pain. The way his body burned and twisted way from his appendix. Even now as the flash, as a leaguer and as somebody who sees pain every day, it still wrung in his minds. The memories were now blurry, his minds way of helping threw the trauma of that. He never forgot the pain. He had a nightmare about this extant thing happing when the organ regrew.
He was able to feel it, his appendix coming back and settling himself in his stomach. Making itself back at home, the night he was struck. it was the obscenest thing about his powers. Now it was attacking him back. Vengeance for removing it. He pulled up his suit, biting down on his shirt so his yells couldn't he heard.
“Help. Bathroom, west wing.” He gritted out into the coms. If he used his speed to leave, his appendix would get worse quicker. He needs to keep his body in check. “Why?” from Batman and an “Are you okay?” from Hal came at the same time.
“Appendicitis.” Barry muttered, it was already worse from when he was younger, he wondered if he could pull out his own organ. Would it regrow again?
“I can get someone to you in five minutes; do you have that time?” Batman asked. Does he? Will Barry survive the next five minutes, he didn’t know. He might need to try and get in there himself.
“Maybe, the speed force is making it worse.” Barry stuttered
“I figured that. We are trying to open a commutation to G to see how surgery will work.
“I can do it myself, move my hand quicker the rest of my body and pull it out.” Barry was already moving his hand while attempting to control his stomach. He heard groan and a few yells from Hal over how stupid that could go. He dragged himself along the floor and closer to the sink. Pulling himself up, the edge of sink cracking under Barry's weight. The soap had his previous spew on it. He waited for the water to get hot then washed his hand. keeping his puke down, he didn't want to taint his now clean hands.
He slinked back down onto the floor, punk hitting his lap. Barry sucked in a breath. He looked down, his fingers brushing against his stomach, already past the fabric. His conscience was fading and the infection was taking over his body.
He threw up again. His mask soaked with tears and spit. He plunged his hand. First at his skin, fatty but thin material really did just feel like meat. Quickly he pushed his hand, now it was submerged in his blood. He whimpered. His now pathackness partially shocking him, partially making him proud. His ribbed intestine made his finger flinch, sending shocks through his body. He could feel his own hand inside of him, it was just adding to pain already there. He shifted his hand down more, and now beneath his belly button, he grabbed.
His hand wrapped around the rotten organ. It was slippy, everything was lubricated. It was like grabbing a wet frog, like it would jump at any opportunity. He breathed it, lungs expanding and the chest of bis chest with it, his hand was freaked by the pressure difference. Could he pull this out? Was it a good idea?
Silent tears streamed down his face, sitting his own puck, he jacked the organ out. He screamed, even though it was painless. He couldn’t feel anything. Was he too late? Did he wait too long? The last he heard was gun shots and yelling.
Hal roughly shoved the door open, Barry was slummed against the sink, his appendix laying in his blood-soaked hand. He focused, thinking about those heart transplant boxes Barry was sometimes asked to bring to hospitals. He scooped up the organ with a green cat poop scoped and placed it inside of the box. Knelling down, he inspected Barry, a jarring lack of blood around the rest of his body. The room stunk, the degusting chucks of barely chewed food scattered around, mixed with a rotten neon yellow green coloured liquid.
Hal swiftly places Barry on a constructed starched and flew through the other room. On the bat plane, what the hell bats, why is everything bat themed Hal thought.
The bat plane had a wide panel at the front with two seats far apart, more bat-shaped wheel instead of the usual shaped wheel for the controls along with bat motif on all the buttons. Oen chair had a gratified Robin and kid-flash on the back. The widest [art of the plane had chairs of different sizes decohering with a made gape within the two sides, the gap was wide enough for Hal to bring the Flash over to the medical part at every back. He placed Barry down onto a bed in the med bay. His appendix was placed inside of a freezer. Batman pressed a button.
“Yes sir?” An old British voice called out.
“Agent A, Flash removed his appendix, but I can’t see an opening. Should I still take a blood test.” Batman deep voice was a tad different upon speaking with this mystery man. Hal removed Barry mask, his face was patting and sucken, his body had run through all the energy it had and was now eating itself.
“He had no energy.” Hal voiced to Batman, A grunt was all he got back, Batman was already placing a bag into his arm and giving fluids. A blood test was taken conforming an appendicitis is what Barry had. Hal shuttered, he knew Barry had regrown it and how afraid he was of it happening again. God, Hal was so afraid to lose his best friend
Batman removed his clothes and placed some gel onto stomach, scanning the area. HIs eyebrows went up in shock as both the Green lantern and Batman watched him regrew the vile organ again.
“Is that- Is he regrowing it again?”
“Yes, but it doesn't look infected” Bruce had only for to medieval school for two years, but he had confidence in himself.
“Not yet. "Hal muttered
“We won't know that till later but when we land, I’ll start work on a solution, this could happen again.” Batman responded. Hal then offered to drive them back to the watchtower so ‘The dark knight’ could keep an eye on Barry.
The flight was ten minutes long; Bruce checked every two minutes. He was fine. When they hit the landing pad, they wheeled Barry into a mock emergency room. Batman moved up his IV timing, making sure Barry was eating enough to cope with his enhanced system.