^Henry Allen is the epitome of a supporting and caring father.
Plus I like Barry's reflection in the glass
Now to make your heart feel even more like it got run over by a truck
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"Caitlyn, get your cold fingers off my skin."
Pippin growled, slapping at the brunette and shooting her a glare.
"Do you want me to call Barry in here?"
Caitlyn put her hands stubbornly on her hips, eyeing Pippin warily.
The reluctant patient grumbled under her breath, although she shook her head.
"Then, lie still."
Caitlyn took a glance at Pippin's ribs, wincing as she did.
"You should've had these checked out two days ago."
Pippin reclined on the cot, rolling her eyes.
"Now I know why your last name was Snow."
She flinched as Caitlyn's cold touch pressed roughly at one of her bruises.
"What happened?"
The brunette demanded, taking a step from Pippin to finish hooking her up to a monitor.
"A masked man and a gun."
She retorted, Caitlyn looking even more worried.
"You were on the train?"
Pippin didn't bother to answer out loud, she simply nodded.
Her whole body was still sore and would probably continue to be sore for a week or more.
"Not even Barry would have this much bruising."
Caitlyn muttered under her breath, sitting down on a stool near the cot.
"Yeah, well, I'm not exactly a superhero."
Pippin snapped, Caitlyn shooting her a look.
"I get cranky when I'm hooked up to monitors."
She explained, sarcastically, watching her friend roll her eyes.
"And I get cranky when I have patients that won't listen to me when I tell them to stop moving."
Pippin grumbled under her breath, mutinously, sinking lower into the cot.
"How is my favorite patient?"
Pippin craned her neck, a small smile forming on her lips as she saw Barry leaning in the doorway.
He watched them both with an amused look in his eye, locking eyes with Pippin.
She opened her mouth to answer but Caitlyn beat her to it.
"Your 'favorite patient' is failing to cooperate."
Caitlyn pushed Pippin down as she tried to get off the cot.
"I'll report you."
The blonde threatened, her blazing gray eyes turning to Caitlyn who laughed.
"Your ribs won't heal if you keep moving!"
Caitlyn protested, Barry suddenly growing serious.
"Caitlyn."
Pippin drew out her name in between gritted teeth, sending her a look which the girl didn't decipher.
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Fanfiction||Barry Allen|| Where a sarcastic blonde clashes with a sweet brunette. A team that even Central City certainly isn't ready for.
