Catalyst (probably not going to update anymore, don't watch the show anymore)

I did it again.

I took V-10 and now I'm stuck at the toilet throwing up all the coffee I drank this morning. It hurts. Everything hurts.

My stomach writhes in pain after every time I vomit, and my brain becomes dizzier and dizzier. The acid in my stomach licks at the ulcers every time that I move.

It hurts.

Please, make it stop. Please.

I can't take this anymore. Every single time I over dose on V-10, I want to kill myself to make it end, and then when it's over, I take more to forget what I had just gone through. Why?

WHY? WHY? WHY? WHY?

I can't stop this. I want to stop this, but . . . I can't. I need it.

Standing up from the toilet, my head spun around me, and black spots clouded my vision. My fingers and toes tingled, and from underneath me, my legs wobbled.

I leaned against the bathroom door behind me, trying to keep myself from falling over. The tingling in my extremities began to subside, and the black spots in my vision gave way to the warm beige light of the bathroom.

My heart pounded.

Opening the door, I made a B-line to my desk where I had food and drinks to help me not pass out.

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Once I began to feel better, I joined Cisco and HR in the Cortex. Only, the Cortex wasn't exactly a peaceful area to be in at the current moment.

There were three different alarm sounds going off from the computers, and Cisco was manning all three computers by himself since HR was being completely useless and Caitlin was gone.

"Just click on one of the ten different alerts on the screen!" Cisco yelled at HR, extremely frustrated at his incompetence.

HR panicked, looking around for the mouse that was already in in hand, and then he turned around see me looking especially bad. "Finnigan!" he shouted, thankful I was here, "Thank goodness you're here. Francisco and I were in over our heads wi—"

"Move," I hissed, pulling back the rolling chair he sat in. HR and I switched places, and I clicked on the various pop-ups from the metahuman app. "Godzilla, Godzilla, Godzilla," I mumbled to myself as I quickly read through the messages.

Cisco turned to me, and asked, kind of confused, "You getting Godzilla downtown, too?"

"Yeah," I huffed, "I've got it." I clicked on Barry's phone number in my contacts, putting him on speaker.

Barry's phone rang only two times before he picked up, "Hey honey, what's wrong? Are you alright?"

"There's been thirty hits downtown on the meta-app," I explained, glaring at HR as I watched him pull a Milky Way bar out of my desk.

"What are we looking at?" Barry asked, concerned.

Cisco replied in a snarky tone, "Nothing really. Every traffic cam in a ten-block radius went down at once, so we're flying blind and the hits are all over the map."

"Alright," he sighed, "there's only one way to see what's going on." Barry mumbled to Joe, "I've got to go." Then he said into the phone, "Love you."

Barry abruptly hung up, and Cisco looked at me confused. He pointed at himself, and he asked "Me?"

I loudly snorted, ignoring HR's dumb comment.

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Sorry this chapter is so short, but I really wanted to get it out today so I wouldn't have to worry about it tomorrow since I have to register for spring classes.

Wow, I picked the worst fucking month to try to update more since I'm very stressed multiple papers I have to write and signing up for classes and I have to work a shit ton.

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this chapter, and I'll try to update next week.