Short Story Analysis

“Arrow will keep this man alive. This wasn’t ever really in doubt but neither had she decided she

“okay, now just 2 more.” When we are done with the x-rays we head back to our room. “I’ll be right back with the x-rays,” The doctor replies.

' 'Barry woke up while you were gone and...and, he wasn 't a happy camper.He was fighting, trying to get away, from Caitlin and Joe. Caitlin had to sedate him. He acted like he was terrified of us. ' '

Sliding past me, my resident, Doctor Pjune, gives them a comforting murmur before glancing down at her charts.

Sarah can hear the sad tone that the surgeon asked the question with and sighs.

‘’Think about it. If our kidnapper had Barry’s clothes, the one he was wearing when he disappeared, it’s because she has him too. And, why go to all the trouble to find Earth 2 Barry, kidnap him too, and orchestrate all this show for his death if the only goal was to murder Flash?’’

to deal with moody patients and the sickness he didn’t plan on. He begins to

''I need to warm you'' Cisco added, leading the way toward the cortex, ''Barry doesn’t look too good, but he’s mostly better. ''

Pain stabbed through Booker’s heart, and although he sympathized with his friend’s plight, he knew he needed to convince him to stay calm and listen to the doctors. “No, baby, that’s not what they think. They’re just making sure you’re okay.”

The ground was hard, though,’ He could think of nothing else to say” (118). Barry doesn’t really interact with people that often and prefers to be alone most of the time. It’s not that he doesn’t want friends or that he doesn’t like people, but he so much more mature than anyone else he knows. The situation he is in with his father has forced him to grow up

“I understand. I want the pills.” I said and reaffirmed my thoughtless decision to Dr. Wilkinson.

“Okay so are we doing the surgery,” the doctor asked in his white doctor coat.

Cisco gasped like a drowning man as he was violently sent back to reality. 8:23 pm, that was the time he saw on the cellphone. It couldn’t be that late just yet. If he was right, he still had time. He couldn’t find Barry right now, but he now knew where the man was going to be, or at least he had part of the answer. And who was that woman? Her voice was very familiar, very familiar, and yet he was sure it wasn’t someone working with him on a daily basis. It sadly meant the speedster wasn’t going to call Caitlin for help, despite his condition. Who else?

NO… NOO I can’t do it! I don 't want your help, I don 't need it. Ahh the pain… it-it’s back. Ahh! make it stop, I just want it all to go away.

His old friend looked definitely rougher as her now short hair were barely touching her shoulders and her face, the only unhidden part of her face, was covered in scars and she was holding an odd looking assault weapon directed at the speedster. As she intensively stared at the person standing, she presented no sign of softening, or even no sign of recognition.