I have done it! I pumped out another chapter just in time for the Holidays!
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!
Wally West cleared his throat uncomfortably as Helen was grouchily examined the scrapes on his knuckles.
"Well, they look a lot better than they did before. Glad to see you've actually been taking care of them." She mumbled as she let his hands fall. Wally smiled sheepishly and brushed back his hair for lack of better thing to do. She scowled at him and cocked her fists on her hips. "Why won't you tell me where you got hurt like that? It's not like whatever you did is going to be bad enough to get you fired." She looked contemplative and suddenly horrified; "You didn't kill someone did you?"
"No!" Wally groaned. Helen breathed a sigh of relief.
"Good." She said, turning around to head back over to her station. Wally let out a puff of air and turned back to his own thing, his lab coat swirling with his movement. He looked down at his knuckles. They really had gotten better; he didn't even have to wear the gauze anymore.
It was becoming more and more apparent why he just healed his cuts and scrapes fast as lightning, no one asked questions.
What was he supposed to say?
"Oh yes, I was cleaning my bathroom when I suddenly slipped and got a gigantic bruise that looks like a truck almost ran me over. Oh, and, also, I came up with this thing call a Flux Capacitor. By the way, I need to borrow your DeLorean."
As cool as that would be, no one would believe him and they would probably think he had some kind of abusive girlfriend or something.
It made him feel somewhat guilty that he couldn't tell these people that he thought of as friends what he really did. But…
He shot a glance over at the still worriedly contemplative face that belonged to Helen.
He might lose some of the only friends that he had outside of his hero life.
And he was quite tired of losing people, thank you very much.
Was that a good enough present for you?
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