I just remember little snippets of what happened next. I remember seeing the panic on his face as he took off his mask. I remember being on the stretcher and looking down at the blood on my shirt. But strangest of all, I didn't feel pain. "Why couldn't I feel pain." I wonder to myself. "Maybe I'm going crazy." Then it occurred to me. I must be dying. A little tear falls down my check. I don't want to die. I wake up again in a different place and the flash is holding my hand. I look up and squeeze his hand saying "thank you." As I pass out again.
Flash's POV
"Hey. Focus on me. Come back. Don't fade away." I say as the woman is blacking out. The last thing she said to me was no hospitals. So with bad judgment and fast thinking, I take her to star labs. "GUYS SHE IS DYING, HELP ME," I yell while I put her on the stretcher. Caitlin hooks her up to the Anastasia machine and the EKG while I hold her hand and make sure her heartbeat is steady. She wakes up for a quick second, grabs my hand and looks at me weakly and says "thank you." I let her go and Caitlin and Cisco take her to the medical room. Dr. Wells rolls next to me and says "Good job." I keep looking straight ahead while I say "How was that a good job. She almost died."
"But she didn't die. You kept her alive and brought her here to get proper care so I would call that a good job."
"But she's fighting for her life all because I got cocky!" I shout. "Dr. Wells fixes his glasses and says " She is still alive. Caitlin and Cisco will keep her alive." He goes away and I sit down and put my head in my hands. Everything is my fault.