Thank god for magic, thinks Barry, blurring as he swiftly bandages Garrett's wounds, drawing them tight to the point of pain to help staunch the flow if Garrett's magic fails when the shock wears off.

He pulls Garrett's face to his and kisses his forehead, murmuring, "I'll be back."

And then Barry is before Dodger again, appearing out of nowhere with lightning trailing behind him. It crackles over his body, shining red and electric in his eyes as he stares Dodger down. "You can't keep killing each other," he calls in an echoing voice. "This needs to end."