"Everyone check in!" Superman's voice strained over the comms, flaring in the ears of all seven leaguers.

"I have fared better but I am doing fine, Kal!" Wonder Woman's voice crackled. Four voices echoed their agreement, before Flash's voice trickled out into their midst.

"Same here. I'll be good. J'onn, are you alright?"

"Of course, Flash. Diana is proving her merit protecting me."

"Have you figured out how to take care of that inhibitor yet, J'onn?" Green Lantern's voice was cut off by a grunt, followed by loud clattering.

"I have not. The nanites in my blood continue to restrain my powers. However-"

Diana's cut back into the conversation: "However, I am taking good care of him."

"Hold on, I'll be back in a minute." Flash piped back into the conversation before switching off his comm.

Gasping, he slid back against the wall, trembling as he coughed crimson raindrops. His gaze fell against his chest, the scarlet of his suit drowning and darkening, the lead in his chest sitting like an anvil inching closer to his frantic heart.

But he hadn't lied. He'd be fine - he'd done this before. He just had to vibrate his hand in, grab the bullet; get out. Speedster healing would have him back to normal in seconds… relative to everyone else. Which was the important part. (A thousand crippling recoveries spent in the silent solitude of relative time flitted through his head, but he pushed them away, determinedly.)

If he was going to get himself shot, he didn't have any room to complain about recovering.

His hand raised in front of him, blurring in it's speed (everything was blurry, actually, but that wasn't important either). He braced himself against the rough edge of of the Ran-tauan warship and slipped his arm inside his chest. All he had to do was control every vibration perfectly. His arm at a different rate from the rest of him, while the bullet, wherever it was, remained solid, or at least vibrated at a different rate from both his arm and the rest of himself.

Simple.

The room jerked and tilted, and everything became less simple and more painful. Flash yanked his arm out of his chest, the jolting ship's vibrations combined with sparking electrical misfires throwing all his hard work out of synch. He couldn't possibly… not like this. He couldn't control himself with the ship bucking all around him, and especially not with the ship's wrecked electrical system sending jolts of electricity skittering across the metal floors and walls.

Barry skidded over smooth floors to collide with serrated walls, trying and failing to brace himself. He was thrown head over heels. He couldn't breathe. His lungs flailed, as blood rose inside him in tidal waves, clogging his throat and sending his fingers into frozen claws.

Again, he tried to curl into himself, anything to stay still, but the ship seemed intent on careening wildly, and he was thrown yet again, unable to risk vibrating his arm at all when it would be so easy for it to, wrecked by the wild electrical impulses, end up solid in his chest.

He landed face down, coughing blood frantically, starved for oxygen, hacking up ruby pearls. He couldn't breathe. He couldn't breathe. And his mind could race along far faster than his body, could survive and continue while his body was steadily shutting down for want of air, but his metabolism was up, too and it was eating through his oxygen like a starved animal.

He could feel tears involuntarily burn his eyes as he thrashed helplessly, limbs jerking and flailing of their own accord. He couldn't pull himself upright, the blood was choking him, it was choking him he needed help he needed…

He hand jolted to his ear, shaking and clumsy, but controlled enough to hit at a button hidden on his right earpiece.

'Please be listening, Hal,' Barry pleaded, the thought more a feeling than defined words. 'I need your help…'