The pain, the attack brought Barry back to himself, a few fragments of what Harry was saying finally managing to get through. His eyes went wide and then he blurred as he tried to, to filter out the venomous blood from his system, the way he'd gotten rid of the tranquilizer Oliver had shot him with, and the suit grew slick and darker red, but he couldn't chase it all out. It wasn't foreign to his system anymore, he'd already started to change.

"I, I can't," he gasped, finally coming to rest again. "I can't, that's, I can't get any more out."