Harrison Wells

[smartestharry]

Meta-human doctor

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[vivifier]

I need to see you. Now.

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[smartestharry]

Okay? What's going on? Meet at the clinic.

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[vivifier]

I don't know. I'll be right there.

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[smartestharry]

[Harry shall be waiting. Cautiously. Something was off for sure about this.]

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[vivifier]

[ Something is definitely wrong. He can feel it. Ever since his encounter with Nica/Charles/whoever, he's felt off. By the time he gets to the clinic, everything feels like it's tunnelling. Like he's speeding down a hallway that's getting smaller and dimmer, and something is chasing him. Gaining on him.

By the time he's in a room with Harry, he's breathing hard. If he weren't a speedster, you'd assume he'd been running too hard. Had triggered some kind of attack. He leans on the exam table, tries to ground himself by gripping the wax paper. He can't even feel it. He can barely focus. ]

Harry.

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[smartestharry]

[Well he definitely sees this. And his jaw's clenched.]

What's going on?

[Explain what you're feeling and whatnot.]

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[vivifier]

[ At this point Harry could probably even get away with calling him 'Allen'. ]

Something's wrong. [ He takes in a breath. Then another. It isn't helping. ] I can't. Focus.

[ One of his hands clenches or rather claws into the wax paper. He sort of...falls sideways. ]