You stirred, the sterile scent of the lab filling your senses as the world slowly came back into focus. Your body ached from the mission, every muscle reminding you how close you and Barry had come to not making it back. As your vision cleared, you saw Dr. Wells sitting beside you in his wheelchair, a faint, unreadable smile tugging at his lips.

“How’s the sleeping beauty feeling?”

His tone was light, teasing, as he reached forward and gently tapped your nose. The gesture should’ve felt harmless, almost sweet,but something about it made your chest tighten. Ever since you started suspecting the truth about him, about who he really was, his sudden warmth felt… different. Too careful. Too deliberate. Like affection masking something far darker.