Central City Hospital, seventh floor, private room 302.
Temperature: 18°C. Relative humidity: 50%.
The white hospital room was quiet. Barry was still unconscious.
Alex stood beside Barry's bed, calmly watching the unconscious Barry.
He had stood there for more than half an hour.
A faint sense of danger weighed heavily on Alex's heart.
Ever since Barry had been struck by lightning and wheeled out of the emergency room, that sense of danger had naturally arisen whenever Alex faced him, dull and piercing against his heart.
Over the past few days, Alex had visited Barry in the ward every day. Each time he drew close to Barry and looked at him, his own danger warning would stab into his heart.
That warning diminished by the day. When it first appeared, it had flashed through his heart like lightning, delivering a warning of danger. Then, perhaps as the Speed Force merged with Barry, it gradually weakened. Now it was merely like needles pricking his skin. In a few more days, Alex knew, it would disappear.
But it still left him deeply puzzled.
"The Speed Force?"
Alex pondered.
In the past, Alex had never sensed danger when facing Barry. Forget danger—even a malicious gaze had never been felt from Barry.
Yet now, he could actually sense danger from Barry.
Alex could not help wondering whether the Speed Force had something against him.
This was truly strange.
It seemed he had not done anything to the Speed Force.
Could his very existence have made it want to kill him?
Did the Speed Force possess consciousness?
Or was the Speed Force Barry himself?
Alex's brows drew together slightly. This unprovoked hostility toward him made him somewhat uncomfortable.
Because he knew just how powerful a wielder of the Speed Force was.
Such speed could only be