[Iris is fairly certain that one of her ribs is cracked and that's what is making it hurt when she breathes. Didn't really notice it on the way over here with the adrenaline coursing through her veins and the need to put as much distance between herself and the Reverse Flash. A smarter person probably wouldn't have run at the one person she couldn't lose, the one idiot who was far more connected then he even knew, but then that person wouldn't be Iris West.
With a noise that can only be called wounded, Iris pushes herself upright and tries to soldier on through the pain. It will heal soon enough. In like an hour or so and that's nothing (actually it's an eternity to her, seconds seem to stretch for ions sometimes and she feels older than she really is sometimes, like she's lived a hundred years when everyone else is standing still).]
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[Iris is fairly certain that one of her ribs is cracked and that's what is making it hurt when she breathes. Didn't really notice it on the way over here with the adrenaline coursing through her veins and the need to put as much distance between herself and the Reverse Flash. A smarter person probably wouldn't have run at the one person she couldn't lose, the one idiot who was far more connected then he even knew, but then that person wouldn't be Iris West.
With a noise that can only be called wounded, Iris pushes herself upright and tries to soldier on through the pain. It will heal soon enough. In like an hour or so and that's nothing (actually it's an eternity to her, seconds seem to stretch for ions sometimes and she feels older than she really is sometimes, like she's lived a hundred years when everyone else is standing still).]
We need to talk.