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He had no idea where Oliver was. He’d been there in the car, they all had. They were going to a dinner together, to celebrate the Holidays (Felicity had insisted that they call it that, due to her heritage and they’d all agreed) and now it had turned into a blood bath. Felicity was dying in his arms, the wounds too fatal to fix. Even if he got her to the hospital, she would die there.

Lifting her up a little, he pressed his lips to her bruised forehead, arms tightly wrapped around her. The last time Barry had comforted someone while they died was his mother and he had hoped that he wouldn’t have to do that again, he prayed that the would never have to watch another loved one die. But the universe could never be so kind to him.

“I love you, Felicity. You’re going to be okay.” 

She had quickly become a very close best friend to Barry and he hadn’t nearly told her enough times that he loved and appreciated her, and this was his only chance to do it before she passed. He needed to make sure she was comfortable, so he kept her sat slightly upright in his arms. He rested his head against hers, listening to her shallow breathing.

“You’re going to be okay, I promise.”

It wouldn’t be long now, her breathing was slowing and her grip was loosening on him, she was starting to go limp. Barry was trying so hard not to break down, but he wanted her to remember him as the brave one, the hero - to remember him like that when she passed on.

“You’re okay, it’s okay.”

Rocking her slowly in his arms, as if he were rocking her to sleep, he felt her go limp and the last breath pushed out of her - leaving him numb on the inside. Tears rolled down his cheeks ferociously, sobs racking his body.

He’d just lost another friend.