Pulling his hands back from Barry's body, Harrison stared down at the sheen of red sticking to his fingers. It wasn't enough. It was too late. It had been too late the moment Barry collapsed, perhaps the moment he took that first sip. In a blink, Harrison was on his feet, a fist pressed to his mouth as he tried to think, tried to not just start yelling at Barry for being so stupid. But it was his fault. He'd panicked. He should have just bandaged the speedster and hoped for the best.

"This is bad..." was all he could manage to say, and it sounded more like a threat than anything.