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[oom: hero work is easy, life is hard]

When Barry arrived in Milliways after ducking out of his lab he wasn't quite sure what to do with himself. He doesn't actually have a lot of experience playing hooky.

Still bugged at Joe, Barry decided to go out back and test a theory.

Maybe trying to run a mile in three seconds just to spite the man who was (possibly legitimately) mad at him is a bit stupid, but it doesn't stop Barry from giving it a go. What does stop him is a dizzy spell that hits not long after he takes off from a starting point out by the lake.

He trips up on his own feet and does an impressive skid and tumble in the dirt, which afterwards finds him back inside, sitting in a chair near the fireplace and picking bits of gravel out of his skinned forearms.

He's noticeably unhappy, and looking rough and dirty. The sleeves of his sweater and the button-down shirt underneath are both ripped, and he has his road-rashed knees to deal with after.

Rethinking the whole 'skipping class' thing? A little.

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"No, I wouldn't know what to take. I've been restin'," Modern medicine is useful but much more confusing. Also while Guppy's helpful, he can be kind of intimidating.

Barry frowns. "Just some cough syrup would be good, fever reducer, probably want some sort of pain reliever for any aches, and a decongestant. Nyquil is an easy choice." Maybe not necessarily the best, but it would be better than nothing.

"Also? Being around other people while you're sick is kiiind of how this thing gets spread around." So no, you are not resting William when you are in a bar talking to people!

He nods as that makes sense, "I'll go rest and get some medicine. Thank you. I'm William Evans."

"Barry Allen," he says with a smile and a nod. He'd shake hands, but, well, germs. And he's also scuffed up his palms some.

"I wonder if Bar would give you anything, or does that sort of thing only come out of the infirmary?" William had seemed kind of reluctant to go there, too.

He's not that reluctant, they've helped a lot, but he's comfortable here, "Bar might, ain't asked her."

"Worth a shot," he points out reasonably and with optimism.

"Where are you from?" he asks, taking in William's dress.

"Arizona Territory in 1870, you?"

"Wow, okay, so yeah, I guess over the counter medicine is pretty different in your time," Barry muses.

"I'm from 2014," he explains, then nods towards the bar. "If you want I can go with you and see what Bar can give you to help."

"Yeah, thanks," He gets up without another cough to go with Barry.

Barry smiles and heads up to the counter, limping a lot less now.

When he gets there, though, the world seems to slide sideways for a moment and he trips up, hip-checking a stool and just managing to catch himself by slapping his hands down on the counter.

He closes his eyes, riding through the dizzy wave for a moment before it clears out.

Glancing over at William he gives him a 'you didn't happen to not see that, did you?' look.

"Clumsy," he says with a wane smile, then focuses on the counter. "Hey, Bar... "

When he starts to fall, William reaches out to try and help, "You feelin' sick?"

Barry shakes his head, pulling himself up straight. "No, I'm okay. Just a little light-headed. Probably got up too fast."

Although it's been happening increasingly more often, which is starting to worry him. He totally has bringing it up to the people at S.T.A.R. Labs on his 'to-do' list, he just hasn't gotten around to it yet.

Right.

"Let's get you taken care of," he says in an effort to turn the subject. "Bar, do you have any cold and flu medication for William? I think he's got the bug that's going around."

William gives him a stern look though his cough ruins it, "Bar, could you get Barry somethin' too?"

Barry starts to shake his head, but then the requested medicine appears before William while a chocolate milkshake appears in front of Barry.

"Hey, thanks," he says with a smile, lifting up the drink.

"See, I'm fine," he informs William with a shrug that he tries not to make too smug. Taking a drink through the straw Barry's expression shifts and he gives the glass a dubious look.

"Is this a... protein shake?" Blech.

"What's that?" By Barry's face it must be disgusting as William carefully measures out some medicine and takes it with a grimace.

Setting the drink back down, Barry shakes his head at it, wiping condensation off of his hands.

"It's like a-- health store, thing. They put whey and other proteins in it and try to sell it off as great tasting." But it's not, it's so not. "Guy's who bench press small cars usually drink them."

And that is so not Barry.

"Oh, its all sorts of stuff that's good for you in it? Don't think that kind of thing ever tasted good. Wonder why she gave it to you."

"Maybe she thinks it's funny," he replies with a shrug. "I've heard Bar has a sense of humor."

"She does but she also cares especially when you're doin' badly. Maybe you need to be drinkin' somethin' like that."

Barry looks the glass up and down again, then shakes his head.

"If I wanted protein I'd just go and get a Big Belly burger." They taste waaaaay better.

"Then she should have given you one of 'em."

"I'll just get one on my lunch break," he replies, unworried about it.

He looks over William then nods at the bottle of medicine he just took. "That stuff might make you drowsy, so just make sure and take it easy the next couple of days."

"I will and I hope you take care of what's makin' Bar think you need that," He nods to the protein shake.

He starts to say something to the affect of 'I'm fine', but lets it go and just nods instead.

"I hope you feel better soon."

(OOC: This feels like a good fade spot. Thanks for a wonderful thread.)

William nods and coughs, he is a little tired.

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