Note: So, >>> means fast forward, <<< means backward.

Also, warning for Bulimia.

Enjoy!

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Barry was so happy he had super healing.

It saved him so many times.

From being busted.

<<<

Barry watched as Iris sobbed at Eddie's funeral.

>>>

Barry watched as Caitlin sobbed at Ronnie's funeral.

>>>

Both had something in common.

Barry needed to punish himself. He had let Eddie die, let Ronnie sacrifice himself.

Both deaths were on him.

And he had the perfect way.

>>>

Barry distantly heard someone ask why he wasn't eating.

"Not really hungry," he had responded.

Distantly, he heard a response. "Fine, Barry. Only for today, maybe tomorrow if you need it."

>>>

"Barry. When was the last time you ate anything!?" Caitlin yelled as he ran on his treadmill.

Uh oh.

"A week ago?"

He muttered that part so she didn't hear it as he racked his brain, trying to find the answer until he realized she was kidding.

"Sorry?"

Caitlin practically growled at him and walked away.

Ronnie.

He deserved it.

There went his plans to eat that evening.

>>>

Another week later, Caitlin left.

Barry knew he wouldn't be busted now.

>>>

Oliver sighed angrily as he threw his papers to the floor.

It was so frustrating! The GA hunt wasn't helping, either.

Maybe he needed a break.

He could get Diggle to cover as GA for him.

Where would he go?

Central City.

That seemed like a good idea.

He just needed to plan it... and somehow avoid suspicion.

>>>

A week later, he decided to check his weight on a scale.

His original weight had been 170.

His weight was now 150.

How had he lost 20 pounds in two weeks!?!?

Or maybe it was three...

But that was beside the point!

How the hell had that happened!??!

>>>

An hour later, Barry realized he would look skinnier. He had lost 20 pounds, after all.

He was surprised when he didn't mind the thought.

>>>

He stared at the mirror in shock.

He looked... so skinny.

And he liked it.

>>>

Barry was shocked when he heard Oliver was coming to town.

And he wanted to sleep at Barry's place.

Uh oh.

Hopefully, he wouldn't notice that Barry had no food, or that he didn't want to eat or see how skinny he was.

>>>

"The party has arrived!"

Barry actually fell off the treadmill.

Cisco laughed (remember, Caitlin left).

"Hey, Oliver," Barry greeted from the floor.

Thankfully, he wasn't too injured.

"Can I set up at your place, Barry?"

Barry sat up and nodded.

>>>

He ran Oliver to his place, which Ollie hated.

Oliver almost puked.

It was hilarious.

>>>

"Barry? Where's your food?"

Damnit.

"Are you sure there isn't any?"

Oliver nodded.

"Damnit. I must have forgotten to get some."

Oliver raised an eyebrow before shrugging.

"Just go get some," he said.

Barry inwardly groaned.

Instead of answering, he just ran out.

...

What food had the least amount of calories?

...

Oliver stared at the space Barry had been at before searching his apartment.

He checked everywhere, but there was no evidence.

If Barry really did have a disorder, he was good at hiding it.

He would give it a few days before confronting him.

Until then, he would just make sure he ate.

...

Barry searched desperately for something that was low in calories, but not low enough to get Oliver suspicious.

This was harder than he'd thought.

...

He finally managed to pick something, but it had far too many calories.

He could just puke it up later.

Right?

...

When Barry finally got home, Oliver raised an eyebrow.

"Why did you take 6 minutes? I would have been fine with BBB."

Barry shrugged.

"I dunno," Barry shrugged.

Oliver knew the reason, but he was not about to press the matter.

...

After dinner, Barry went to his bed.

It was really hard to not run to his bathroom and throw up dinner.

His stomach could barely keep it down.

But he couldn't let Oliver find out.

...

Oliver lay in bed, eyes closed.

He had slowed his breathing so that it looked like he was asleep.

He had mastered that in high school so he could sneak out to parties.

When he heard Barry open his door, he could tell that he had tricked Barry.

He immediately opened his eyes and crept out of bed.

He watched as Barry walked into the bathroom.

Then he heard hacking sounds.

He sighed sadly. 

He had hoped that he had been wrong, but that was obviously not the case.

In his haste, Barry hadn't shut the door.

Oliver walked over to him and rubbed his back soothingly as Barry threw up.

When he finally stopped, Barry turned to face Oliver.

"How did you-"

He was cut off as he fell unconscious into Oliver's arms.

"Oh, barry," Oliver whispered before bringing Barry back to bed.