I do not own The Flash

I'm expecting this to be a rather longer one. Lately I've been writing, and mostly not posting Supernatural stories, but this time it will be about The Flash. I have had this idea for quite awhile, and I decided to write it now. For the time it takes place, I won't know all the facts, especially medical stuff. I've watched my fair share of Greys Anatomy, but that can only get you so far. So just know I'm not gonna look into how medical things work or what not.

This will take place when Barry came back from flashpoint, and just now got done telling them all about it. I even rewatched this episode not too long ago, so hopefully I can get something right.(Just saying he was really stupid) But I've always thought he took it all rather well, so this will include panic episodes and medical drama.

Barry stood in front of the explanation of flashpoint staring at his friends and family.

He couldn't grasp what they were thinking. But the looks on their faces told him something. There was shock, despair, anger, sadness, and even sympathy. He hurt them to an extent that he never knew he could. He changed their lives and it's all his fault.

He was being selfish, and he wanted things to be perfect for him. He felt so stupid, like he deserved to die or get lost. His breaths quickened as Cisco started to open his mouth.

" So you're telling me, that you decided to change the timeline for your family, but when it's mine that's broken, you decide to turn your head and forget about it? I though we were friends Barry. Friends don't change each others lives for their own good, or kill the others brother. Right there, that's where you screwed up," Cisco said pointing at him, then walking out briskly. Barry put his head down in shame.

" I can't believe you Barry. I understand that you were upset, but this." Iris paused," This is something different,"

She too left and soon the others followed. They all left with disappointment present on their faces.

Even once they left, he stood there with the white marker in hand. He could feel the emotions building up on his conscience.

They hate me! They want me gone for what I did, and I deserve it! I killed Cisco's brother, I erased a daughter from Diggle's life, I split Joe and Iris apart, I have a lab partner that hates me! Who can hate me? IM LIKE FREAKING PUDDING! I'm supprised they didnt try and kill me right here right now!

I did this, I can't change it! What to do what to do what to do what to do! I'm going to have to pay, I can't live like this! I can't live knowing I hurt everyone! I'm so selfish wanting to ruin my friend's lives just for my parent's! They hate me, Cisco hates me, Cait hates me, Joe hates me, Iris hates me, everyone fucking hates me!

I hate me.

With this new rise in panic, Barry starts pacing. He starts at a median speed, and slowly increases until tears started to make their way down his face. He started to sob, and he finally broke down. He fell to the floor and backed himself up to the glass wall behind him. He felt like the walls were screaming at him for his failure and they are slowly coming in on him. He gripped his gloved hands onto his knees and squeezed. He need a ground, something to hang onto. He had no one, no one no one no one no one. More and more panic joined in until he started to gasp for air. He gripped at the suit covering his heart and lungs. He heaved and struggled to take a breath. It's like a fat six year old was just sitting on his throat. He could only get enough air to make him crave more. He needed more, but it wouldn't come. He started to panic more from the lack of breath.

Im gonna die I'm gonna die I'm gonna die I'm gonna die I'm gonna die I'm gonna die!

Good.

He hated what he had done, and maybe this was the univers' way of getting payback. Maybe the speed force would come take him away. Anything would be better than being looked at by your friends like you were a disgrace and a disappointment.

His vision started to turn black, but something caught his watery eyes. Someone was at his side shaking him.

" Barry, Barry you need to breath. Hey listen to me, you need to calm down, you're going to pass out," the person said. It sounding like he was underwater and they were on the surface. He was drowning, and tried to reach up, but no one would take his hand. He needed someone to take his hand.

Without even realizing it, he had reached his hand out, and it had been filled with another. He finally got a bigger breath in, and could see who it was.

Cait was sitting by his side with her brow creased and her doctor face on.

" Barry can you hear me?" She asked.

He could, but he couldn't respond, no breath could make it's way through his tightening throat.

" C-c-ca-an-tt B-br-ee-at-t-th," Barry gasped grabbing his chest. Inside of the intense burning there was something else happening. His heart started to pound and almost make his chest flutter. He grunted at the new pain and started to gasp harder.

" Barry, you have to calm down, you are going to damage you heart and lungs. Please calm down," She pleaded. He tried, but more and more weight of loss pounded on him. He lost his mother because he wasn't fast enough, he lost his father because he wasn't fast enough, and now he was worrying Cait because he couldn't even breath fast enough to catch his breath.

Full doctor mode had set in, and Caitlin ran and got an oxygen mask. She turned it on and nearly shoved it onto Barry's face.

He engulfed the oxygen like is was honey to a bee. He held onto it like it was his life line, like it was the only thing he has ever needed. As he slightly slowed down his breaths, he slouched in on himself.

" That's it Barry, breath." Cait soothed while putting a hand on his shoulder.

She figured the worst of it was over, but was proven wrong when Barry gripped at his chest.

" Barry, what's wrong," She asked concerned.

" M-y ch-chest, h-hur-rts," Barry sobbed. He sounded like a five year old. He seemed so helpless, and almost Innocent. He knew full well he wasn't.

" Lets get you onto the bed," She said while helping the wobbly man. His knees threatened to buckle out from under him.

She helped him to lay in the bed, and started to connect the heart monitor onto his chest. He was so tired, he could barely tell what she was doing. He was utterly exhausted, and sleep was right around the corner. His eyes started to flutter, but before he fell away, he could see Caitlin frowning at the monitor, and listening to his heart with a stethoscope.

TBC...

Hope that was a good chapter. I'm gonna keep them relatively short, so when I do write, I won't forget what that chapter was even about. Because of school, I might not have a lot of time, but I can always stay up late. Like who has to really be awake for school anyway. Also I hate to edit, so sorry for any mistakes.