[ It's been a long day and he knows he should follow Jesse home and rest. He knows it and yet, he still told her to go on ahead — that he trusted her, that he knew she'd be safe, and also that their apartment was only a few blocks away all things considered so he had no legitimate reason to be all that worried. He really should be sleeping and letting his wounds heal, but Harrison holes himself up in one of the workshops instead, staring at a monitor blankly. Barry's speed — or lack thereof — is still a problem and is going to continue to be a problem until they fix it, somehow. He knows how, deep down, but— it's lunacy to even suggest it without doing some amount of research first, diving deep into the files on the S.T.A.R. Labs servers and reviewing everything Eobard Thawne poured into his own particle accelerator.
But it's hard to do even that when his head is throbbing, a constant pounding distracting him over and over. He lifts a hand to take off his glasses and rub at his forehead, wincing at the soreness starting to set in in his joints. Ice might have been a good idea. Any sort of medical attention, really, but it's not like they could go to a hospital. Jesse had glared at him until he'd let her give him a quick inspection, before reassuring her that he was fine and distracting her with other matters. Now, well. Now, he might regret that just a little bit.
Harrison sighs and reaches over to turn off the monitor, then leans forward and rests his head against the desk momentarily. He'd get back to it shortly. ]
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But it's hard to do even that when his head is throbbing, a constant pounding distracting him over and over. He lifts a hand to take off his glasses and rub at his forehead, wincing at the soreness starting to set in in his joints. Ice might have been a good idea. Any sort of medical attention, really, but it's not like they could go to a hospital. Jesse had glared at him until he'd let her give him a quick inspection, before reassuring her that he was fine and distracting her with other matters. Now, well. Now, he might regret that just a little bit.
Harrison sighs and reaches over to turn off the monitor, then leans forward and rests his head against the desk momentarily. He'd get back to it shortly. ]