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Pinch Hitter
Opening the door from Milliways Barry leads Yamato through and into S.T.A.R. Labs.
"And here we are, welcome to Central City and S.T.A.R. Labs."
They step out into a medical lab space, complete with fancy equipment and an exam table. The place looks pretty high-tech, but it's also currently a shambles. Things are knocked over on the countertops, several drawers have been pulled open and rifled through, there's an IV stand laying on the ground, and the red Flash suit is discarded on the floor beside the exam table.
It's the sort of scene that happens when a speedster on his last legs storms through an infirmary trying to help himself and not pass out in the process.
Glancing around, Barry frowns and rubs the back of his neck.
"Sorry about the mess."
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This person did try and kill him and all.
"Dude you helped a lot," he assures Yamato. "And now I can rest easy for awhile knowing that you've got the city and my friends covered."
And after a week of exhaustion and uncertainty that meant a lot to Barry.
Meal bar in hand after a bobbled catch, Barry salutes Yamato with it while heading towards the door. "I'm gonna go eat this and get changed and all. Call me if anything comes up."
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His cheeks go a little pink at that second part, and he turns towards the console, slipping very easily back into being gruff again.
"I will. And you better nap for at least thirty minutes. There'll be a quiz," he growls.
Which stage of the sleep cycle did you achieve, show your working, will be the first question.
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A few seconds later the whoosh returns for a moment then leaves again and the mannequin on the far wall of the Cortex is now displaying the suit.
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"Jeez," Yamato mutters, grinning a little as he settles into a chair and starts work on re-calibrating the satellite.