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Barry sighs heavily as he rolls through the halls of STAR Labs, a bag of food in his lap. He's currently wheel chair bound, his back broken during a fight with Zoom. He's living in the lab right now because it's easier for Caitlin to keep an eye on him...and Joe's house isn't wheelchair friendly.
Everyone's gone for the night and it's just him. It's lonely. Isolating. He has a very hard time keeping the dark thoughts out of his mind during moments like this. Zoom had broken his back and tossed him around like a rag doll. How the hell is he supposed to protect this city now? He turns the chair heading into the lounge. This area of the labs is more home like and he can slide from the chair to lay on a couch. It's more comfortable...maybe he can find something to watch on the TV they'd put in for movie nights.
Everyone's gone for the night and it's just him. It's lonely. Isolating. He has a very hard time keeping the dark thoughts out of his mind during moments like this. Zoom had broken his back and tossed him around like a rag doll. How the hell is he supposed to protect this city now? He turns the chair heading into the lounge. This area of the labs is more home like and he can slide from the chair to lay on a couch. It's more comfortable...maybe he can find something to watch on the TV they'd put in for movie nights.
