<div class="floatleft">(https://www.hypable.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/09/The-Flash-season-2-episode-1-Joe-injured-Barry.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Flash<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Watchtower - Infirmary<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>October 18, 2017, 0900<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Superman, Open<br/><strong>Content:</strong><br/><hr/><br/>The first thing Barry registered was the pain. He woke with a gasp and followed rapidly with a groan. For a few short seconds that felt like hours to him he didn't open his eyes. It'd been weeks of this now, although at least he now knew where he was. But that didn't stop the surprise of the pain. It was coursing through his veins, whatever it may be, and his friends were struggling to keep him breathing. That was about all he knew, it had been a struggle to stay conscious long enough to grasp much more than that.<br/><br/>After a while he'd almost fully dragged the lids of his eyes up. Moving like this was entirely alien to the fastest man alive. Everything felt so slow, sluggish, it hurt him almost as much as the physical injuries did.He felt bad but the concept of surviving powerless scared him almost as much as dying. And with that thought came his frustration. Some fastest man alive he'd been. He slipped on ice like a jackass on cheap TV. Deep down he knew it was more than ice, and that Cold had weakened his powers. He could maybe grasp Cold and Grodd, the two hated him. But the third guy? He didn't even recognise him. All in black with this glowing red eyes. It was the last thing Barry had seen before the harpoon hit him and flooded his system. Almost the last thing he ever saw. And now it was the number one thing in his head as he lay here. Or at least a close contender with the frustration that his mistake meant he wasn't out there helping his friends.<br/><br/>When he could finally look around he saw the surreal environment of what had been explained to him as 'The Watchtower'. It was a great idea. And at least less cold when he saw who was there. Superman. A hero Barry regarded with great respect, but also considered a genuine friend. He knew he had to conserve himself, but he couldn't help dragging his jaw open to speak.<br/><br/>"S..s..." The first try petered into something of a hissing sound, almost similar to gas escaping. He knew his friend would try to stop him speaking, but even in his slowed state Barry was a lot quicker than he seemed to himself. "Sorry." Such a short word, and such a burden he felt was off his chest. He slumped a little after saying it, having tapped his powers a little to get it out before Superman could tell him to rest. It was just lucky he was around one of the few people who could hear something spoke that fast. He'd wanted to say it for weeks and this was the first time he'd managed. He felt Superman deserved to hear it. He was sorry for slipping up, failing and letting himself get in this state. Sorry for making superheroes look so vulnerable to the public.