The hospital to see Barry

Things were getting worse in an entirely new fashion. Their house had gotten a call to alert them that Barry Allen had, of all things, been struck by lightning. He'd been rushed to hospital, along with a myriad people affected by the particle accelerator explosion.

The staff had only just found the time to identify him and call his emergency contact. He'd been like a brother to her.

She had to go visit him; that wasn't in question.

She still faltered by her front door.

"Dad, you're sure I'm..." Iris said.

"I promise," her father said. "You look dressed to me."

That would have to be good enough. Squeaking, Iris pushed her way out the front door and felt the breeze on what felt like her naked skin.

Especially after how it had gone wrong yesterday, she wasn't sure she'd ever feel comfortable like this. She quickened her step, eager to get under cover as quickly as possible.

The hospital was further away than the library though. She had to get the bus, which meant paying a driver and acting like it didn't feel he could see her tits, and squeaking to find it was already crowded.

She chose a window seat, which was embarrassing enough, but she'd hoped it meant no one would sit beside her. She turned out to be wrong.

And so she spent the half hour, circuitous journey trying to find a natural way to cross her arm over her chest, awkwardly trying to keep her bare thigh away from the person next to her, while the street looked up at her naked body.

When, after far too long, the bus stopped near the hospital, she got off, awkwardly pushing her ass close to the face of the person next to her as she slipped past him.

Ok, she was never taking the bus again. Iris squealed as she jumped out.

She took a moment to try and calm down, nearly hyperventilating. She checked her bag, checked that she both still had her pills, and that several were left.

She was starting to realise that this felt insanely risky. She was a long way from home, and she might as well have been naked; Iris swallowed. If anything went wrong-

No, don't think about that. That was paranoia. She was just here to see Barry.

Squealing slightly at every idle bit of eye contact, Iris went into the hospital, stumbling over her words at the reception counter, and then awkwardly waiting in the cramped lift. Plenty of people were here post-explosion, and being in a confined space with people pressed all around her nude form made her cheeks burn.

She stumbled out gratefully, remembering the information the receptionist had given her. She checked with someone on the floor, then almost fell over her feet trying to make it to Barry's bedside.

No one else was there, though there were others in the room. Hastily she pulled the curtains around his bed, quickly pulling her hands away from one as a small patch of it turned to bubbles.

Ok, she was hidden, and so long as she didn't touch the curtains, the things it felt like were hiding her, she'd stay hidden.

Swallowing, still feeling naked, Iris sat down on the backless chair. Finally she could relax, and focus on keeping the comatose Barry comforting.

There were rumours, a few oddities, that made it seem like he might have been affected by the accelerator too. If that was true, Iris could honestly say she felt jealous of someone in a coma.

She squealed every time it sounded like someone came into the room.