My eyes slowly flutter open. My head has a dull ache to it. Did I hit my head on the wall last night?
I almost scream as I realize I'm not in my bed. Then the occurring events come back to me.
I slowly sit up and look around. I'm no longer in the warehouse. But I have no idea where I am. I see, some big boxes, a ladder and a single hanging light in the middle of the room. What is this place?
"I see you're awake." Dr. Wells says. I quickly turn my head and see him closing the door a few feet away.
I just stare at him, angry and scared. He's no longer in the yellow suit. He's in jeans and a black shirt. He walks over to me, and for the first time it hits me, he was lying about being paralyzed.
"How are you feeling?" He asks. "Like you would care." I spit back.
This man is going to murder me and he's asking how I feel!
"True, I don't care. But I doubt Barry does either." He replies. My stomach drops.
"I know how you feel about him, Snow. Trust me, he doesn't feel the same for you." Dr.Wells says dryly.
"Why am I here?" I ask, trying to change the subject.
"You are my reassurance, Barry wouldn't dare try anything with me holding you hostage." He says.
"You just said Barry didn't care about me, now you are saying the opposite." I point out.
"No no, he just cares about his image, he can't try anything because if he did; well, that wouldn't make him much of a hero now would it?" Dr. Wells said. I bite my lip.
Don't let him get to you Caitlin!
"Barry cares about me, h-he does!" I say my voice wavering.
"Keep telling yourself that." Dr.Wells replies coldly, walking away.
This is the worst day of my life.
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