Even without the nausea of going full speed, it's hard to run. The heat that had begun beneath his skin now feels like it's climbed behind his eyeballs, everything blurry and sliding out of focus no matter how he rubs at them. Even in the haze of fever, Barry knows he has to keep running. He knows what's happening to the others, he knows what he smells like, and the thought of being found by anyone but Garrett has panic clawing up Barry's insides.

His phone vibrates, but Barry doesn't stop to check it, skipping in and out of the speed force as he checks every corner of Hell, until finally -

"Garrett," Barry croaks, nearly crashing into him as he skids out of the speed force to stick his nose in the crook of Garrett's neck.