Barry looked around anxiously. He was so sad, and he didn't know what to do, and he'd heard this helped...

He slowly moved the blade against his forearm. It hurt, but the blood slowly sliding down his arm distracted him.

He stared at it, and it was something he couldn't relate to, moving slow. He was at least one of the fastest men (Or women) alive. 

He heard a gasp, and opened his eyes to see Captain Cold standing over him.

Snart grabbed the knife from Barry's hand, ripped part of his shirt sleeve, held it to Barry's arm, and started to whisper soothing words.

Barry desperately tried to grab the knife back, but it was no use.

"Why would you do this, Barry?" Snart asked. Barry looked down and ignored him. 

"Barry," Smart tried again. Barry didn't budge. "Tell me or I'll tell your friends."

Barry looked up, and he looked pissed. "Fine. I feel useless, like I can't help anyone. If I cut myself, it helps prove that I can't do everything, and that I'm willing to sacrifice my soul for others. Happy?"

Len looked at him softly. "Of course I'm not, Scarlet. And cutting isn't noble or showing sacrifice. Your doing it for selfish reasons, like you want to do it. And how does that prove that you can't do everything more than life itself?"

Barry looked up, and he felt himself nod. Snart made good points. 

"As for feeling useless..." Len said, and leaned down and kissed Barry.

Barry kissed back, and sighed happily.

All o those bad feelings had vanished when Captain Cold came to visit.