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Heat was still radiating from Wally's forehead. He was asleep again, but still unsettled.
"He'll be fine," Iris said.
"His temperature is still up," Barry said.
"It wasn't too high. It should go down soon."
"Iris-"
Iris took his hands and guided him out the room, leaving the door ajar so they could hear if Wally needed them.
"Kids get sick," Iris said. "It's a horrible feeling to feel like you can't make it all go away and make them better with a snap of your fingers, but it is normal. His temperature isn't too high, we just need to keep an eye on him because Mary said there have been a few chickenpox cases at his school and Wally hasn't had it."
"You're worried too," Barry said. "I could call my dad."
"It's late. If his temperature hasn't gone down by morning, I'll call a doctor. When they open."
"I could stay," Barry said.
"You have work in the morning."
"It's already late, Iris. I want to help. You're both important to me."
"He loves you," Iris said.
"I love him too. He's a great kid, Iris. You don't have to do this alone. Let me help."
Iris nodded.