Revival ⚬ Barry Allen [2]

06. Butterflies

Present

I fold my hands over my stomach as I stare up at the celling, not being able to sleep. My mind was haunted with too many thoughts, along with a terrible stomach ache that just wouldn't go away. After Barry and I had taken The Rival down, it started bugging me soon after. 

I sigh as I try to close my eyes once again, but the moment I do, another sharp sting in my stomach causes me to flash my eyes open once again. A groan of frustration leaves my throat then, since I had another day at work tomorrow and I wanted a good nights rest, but something told me that this stomach ache was going to keep me awake the rest of the night.

After sitting still for another five minutes, I find myself sitting up in bed, wondering to myself if there were any meds I could take. Before I know it, I'm flashing myself downstairs in the kitchen, digging through the medicine cabinet like some sort of ravaging animal. The pain was starting to grow worse, and I just wanted the feeling to be gone.

I had just found the pain reliever before I hear a voice behind me, scaring me half to death. "What are you doing up?"

I drop the pill bottle in my hand as it topples to the floor, creating a loud banging sound. I cringe for a moment before I turn around and see Barry standing there, hair messy from sleep. "Geez, you've gotta stop scaring me like that. I have a stomach ache...can't sleep."

He bends over and grabs the pill bottle, handing it back to me. "Stomach ache?"

"Yeah," I start, taking the pill bottle and dumping out two tablets into my hand. "Every now and again it'll start bugging me, but it's nothing too serious. It just keeps me awake most nights, when my nightmares aren't that is."

He gives me a funny look. "If it's reoccurring, you might want to go get that checked out, but nightmares? You mentioned that the other day but you didn't elaborate."

I take a deep breath. "I don't know, every time I close my eyes I just...I see him. I know that he's dead and gone, Barry, but sometimes I feel like he really isn't. I feel like he's still apart of me, and every time I try to sleep at night, I feel him there. It's almost as if he never really left."

Barry takes a step towards me, concern on his face. "Is it just nightmares? Or something more?"

I shake my head. "It started out as hallucinations, but now its just turned into nightmares. I don't really remember them much after I wake up, but half of the time I find myself covered in sweat or somewhere where I shouldn't be."

"Raven, how many hours of sleep do you get a night?" Barry asks me.

I try to count up the hours in my head. "Three at most, I'd say. I'm okay though, Barry, really."

"Maybe we should have Cisco and Caitlin run some tests on you," he tells me, taking the pill bottle from my hand and setting it on the counter. "If this has been going on for weeks, it might just keep getting worse."