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I like the idea~ Good job me~<3 But I'm utterly dissatisfied with the picture. Looked better on the sketch tbh.

...I really enjoy Barry, Hal, and Wally stories. So you'll have to suffer through another one of those~<3
No powers AU, that could be seen as a powers AU if you squint really hard and forget some details (like the lack of superspeed and a super powered ring.) But you know, whatevs.
(could be seen as BarryxHal if you'd like, but there's no real mentions of any pairings, so yeah, brOTP ftw)

WARNING: um. Hypothermia, mentions of neglect, abandonment, figthing for life, mentions of losing body parts, and I'll add more warnings as I go.

DISCLAIMER: I don't know crap about first aid...That's a lie. Most of it is correct I think - I've done research- but I wouldn't advise to actually teach people stuff you read in fanfiction, because It might be wrong.
___

"Well...that's a blizzard." Hal commented lightly, looking through the small window, right into the heart of the biggest snow storms that Barry had ever seen.
He hummed in reply, bringing his bag over to the couch, and trying to not step on the carpet in his wet shoes.
"You wouldn't be so surprised if you checked the weather reports." He said finally, not really bothered by the situation.
According to the weather forecast - that Barry, unlike Hal, checked three times before they left for their break - the storm would be over by the morning, and they could go skiing like they planned.
There were no signs of the storm, when the bus left them a few miles back on the road.
They walked the entire distance to the hut they rented out in about three hours, and thankfully the storm caught up with them only when they were pretty close to it.

To be honest, Barry was pretty excited about their free time. He didn't really get any days away from work lately, and was glad he could just spend some quality time with Hal, drinking, skiiing, and staying as far away from the city as they could.
Maybe when the storm lessened, they could actually see some stars in the sky.
The blonde took off his gloves, and instantly regreted it.

"Can you take care of the fireplace?" He turned to Hal, who also brought his bags over.
The brunette grumbled about having to do all the hard work, and about 'man make fire. roar' under his breath as he got to work.
Barry just smiled at his friend fondly, before searching through the bag in search for food.
"Soup for dinner?" He asked over his shoulder and received an affirmative.
Then the sound of crumpling newspaper reached his ears and the scrape and hiss of matches lighting.
Warm light started slowly filling the room.
For all the complaining that Hal did, he was actually pretty good at starting up the fireplace.

"They didn't leave us much wood in here." The brunette commented, and Barry nodded.
"The guy who gave me the keys, said that there is a shack next to the house, with the chopped wood in it." He paused for a moment "Not I."
"Not I- damnit." Hal whined. "Baarryyy it's cold outside. I don't want to gooo." He pouted, looking out the window.
It was already dark and the blizzard only got worse with each passing minute. There was no way he was going outside at a weather like that
...Barry on the other hand...?
He turned toward his friend, ready to turn on his charm, but the other man was unsympathetic.
"No Hal, you lost fair and square, you're going for the wood." He didn't even bother to look him in the face when he dismissed him. "You don't have to go now. Warm up. You'll go when we the supply runs out."
The brunette just huffed.
"Fine."

___

"This is good." Hal sighed in contentment, warming his hands with the bowl of soup that Barry re-heated over the fire.
The blonde hummed in agreement.
"A friend from work told me how to make it." He commented.
"A bouqette of flowers is in order Bear. Or just marry them and steal all their cooking secrets."
They ate, talking, huddled up in front of the fire, with the wind howling outside.
"I don't think his wife would appreciate that, Hal."
The brunette snorted.

Just sitting here, without any worries. It was nice.

___

"There's no more wood left." The blonde informed, throwing the last log into the fire. "This won't last us through the night."
"I hear ya'" Hal grumbled in reply, pouting. "But I'm all warm and cozy now." He complained. "I don't want to lose that."
Barry just rolled his eyes.
"The faster you go, the sooner you'll be back." He ignored the glare directed his way.
Hal - still grumbling - got to his feet and shuffled slowly toward the exit and began putting on his shoes, giving a lot of long-suffering sighs as he did so.
Barry didn't react. Only, when the man finally managed to put on his coat, brought out his bright green flashlight, and went to open the doors, the blonde commented.
"Don't get eaten by a bear." He advised. At Hal's suprised squeak he added "Or killed by a murderer with an axe."
"You're mean." Was the last words he heard before the doors opened and the biting cold reached him, causing him to bury his face deeper into his blanket.
Then they closed and Barry was left alone in the hut.
He rolled his eyes with a smile at his friend's antics, and waited for him to get back.
...
And waited...
...And waited...
......And waited...

Barry frowned. Glanced at his watch.
He really hoped this wasn't some sort of prank.
He slowly got to the door, glancing outside.
He couldn't see anything because of the blizzard.
He swore to science, if Hal was playing around he was going to-

BANG.
It wasn't exactly a 'knock' at the door, but Barry relaxed, seeing his friend's form behind the door. He quickly opened it.
"You decided to take the scenic route to the shack? What took you-" His eyes widdened at what he saw.

There stood Hal, his arms full of what he previosly thought was wood.
He was holding a kid. A covered in snow, grey from the cold, unmoving, kid.
"Wh-" He didn't even finish, just swifly stepped aside, so Hal could pass. "Get him close to the fire." He ordered, closing the door behind them.
Hal didn't answer. He had his jaw set, and his eyes were wide. He looked scared.
He went to place the kid on the carpet, but Barry stopped him.
"Keep him close to you." He said, checking for the pulse.
The kid's skin felt ice cold under his fingers.
Nothing.
Nothing.
Nothing.
No-there. Faint.
He waited a few more seconds.
Again.
The heart was barely beating. But it was.
The shallow breath was coming out in little puffs of air.
He moved to unzip the kid's coat - It was way too light for this kind of weather. The zipper gave away on the third try, previosly being too frozen to move.
He didn't have much on. His light shirt was no match for the biting cold. The pants had a recent hole on one knee, the skin underneath swollen and bleeding. The socks were too thin, the shoes just a normal pair of sneakers.
The boy couldn't be older than 10 years old.
He started undressing the kid from the drenched, freezing clothes. Then he moved the kid onto his lap.
Hal immediatly stood up, bringing their bags closer to the fireplace, and taking out towels and dry clothes. He took another blanket from the couch and put it on the ground in front of Barry.
Then he took the pot from over the fireplace, to get some water and heat it up.

Barry managed to get the clothes off, quickly wiping the kid with a towel, terrified at how blue the kid's lips were.
He seemed to be completely unresponsive. No fluttering eyelids, not even a shiver.
The boy was on the verge of death.

He quickly took his warmest sweater from the bag, and wrapped him in it, grabing the wool socks he had an putting them on the boy's feet, rubbing at them very gently, trying to get some circulation into them.
Some of the toes and a couple of the fingers seemed red and the skin was hard. Frostbite. Barry winced.
Hal came back, put the water to heat and went toward the exit.
"Wood for the fire." Was all he said before he left - the thing he went for in the first place. How the hell did he manage to find a kid in this blizzard?

Barry still continued rubbing the boys feet, hands, arms and legs, quickly wrapping a towel agains the kid's wet head and trying to get it as dry as he could.
He bit his lip.
He reached into his bag, where he knew he put the first aid kit.
The heatpacks were there, thankfully.
He quickly took a couple, covered each with a t-shirt and placed them under the kid's armpits, his groin and both sides of his neck.
Then, he unzipped his own sweater and brought the kid closer to himself.
He started rubbing at the kid's arms again.
No response.

The doors opened with a bang and Hal came in, bringing as much wood as he could carry.
"He needs a hospital." Barry said, trying to get some warmth into the kid's frosty fingers, by holding them in his hands and heating them with his breath.
"The closest hospital is four hours away, give or take two more because of the blizzard." Hal replied, and the blonde knew. He knew. But they couldn't just sit here and do nothing.
"He can go into shock if we try to warm him up too quickly." He commented, staring into the fire.
Hal brought a few bowls from the kitchen, and filled them with the semi-warm water from over the fire. Two were used by Barry to carefully dip the boy's fingers in.
The brunette took off the warm socks that Barry put on and did the same to the feet.
Still no response from the kid.

"Where did you find him?" Barry asked, neither of them slowing down in their tasks.
"Next to the shack. His hand was sticking out of the snow." Hal replied quietly. He looked haunted. "Kid didn't even have any gloves on. I thought he was dead."
"Did you see anyone else?" A kid couldn't get here on their own. But Hal just shook his head.
"I looked, but there was no one." He was quiet for a moment. "I think he came from the road down the mountain."
The blonde's eyes widened.
"That's three hours away. Even more witout the path. Even more during the blizzard." Barry bit his lip. "You think he got lost?"
The other man shook his head.
"There is nothing here. No hotels, no other shacks. The skiing place is in the other direction. There is not even a place to stop on that road." He commented darkly.
Barry frowned.
"What are you saying?" Hal bit the inside of his cheek.
"I'm saying that I don't think he got /lost/." He drenched the towel in the water and started carefully rubbing the legs. He didn't even have the time to take off his own shoes yet.
Barry glanced at their progress, gently opening sweater that the kid was wrapped in. Checked the pulse again.
No change.

"Call for help." He told Hal, but cut in before the man had the chance to protest. "Even if they can only come in the morning. They will be able to get him to the hospital quicker."
'if he survives' Barry didn't say out loud, but it was pretty clear.
Hal stared at the kid for a moment, before standing up with a heavy sigh and going over to the other room, where they knew the radio was.
"Here goes our free weekend." He joked weakly as he went.

Barry didn't answer.

___

Kid's hair was dry now, the red tufts covered with a warm woolen hat that Hal brought.
They exchanged the heat packs for new ones, changed the water in the bowls, so it was always semi-warm, and continued to wipe the kid with warm, wet towels.
Most of the boy's fingers seemed to be okay, some even returning to it's normal color, but the few of the toes still were hard, and some broke out in blisters and bubbles.
The kid was probably going to lose some of them.
It was not easy, thinking about it.
Thinking that even if the kid pulled through, it was definetly not going to be unscanted.

Barry still had the child -wrapped up in sweaters and blankets - snuggled up close to his body, trying to keep him as warm as he could.
Hal came back a while ago, saying that there is going to be a helicopter in the morning, fairly close to their hut, and the paramedics will get here as soon as they are able.

It was a waiting game at this point.

___

Hal's eyes dropped for good, and was dosing, leaning on Barry, the kid's legs in his lap, wrapped up in another blanket.
That's probably why he jumped up, startled, when one of those legs kicked him in the chest.
His eyes flew open, as he groggily looked around.

The kid gave a sudden gasp and a lurch, as his breathing quickened without any warning.
Boy started gasping and coughing, ignoring Barry's tries to calm him down, clearly not awake enough to comprehend anything.
Then he started shivering. Full on, teeth clattering, body shaking, almost seizure-like shivering.
Hal glanced worriedly at Barry for guidance, but to his surprise the man seemed relieved.
"This is good." The blonde said, allowing a smile to worm it's way to his face. "This is really good. His body is finally trying to produce heat. He's doing better."
It felt like a heavy burden was suddeny lifted from his shoulders.
The boy's eyes opened a crack, little, scared green eyes poking out from behind the red lashes.
He didn't seem to be seeing anything though, the was way too out of it.
He tried to untangle himself from the blankets, whining softly and fighting to get his hands and feet out from the water filled bowls, clearly in pain.
Barry winced, and restrained the kid as gently as he could, shushing him.
"I'm sorry. I know it hurts, but you have to leave your hands in the water." His explanations fell to deaf ears, but he still talked, hoping that the soft murmur might help in calming the kid down a little.
"Should we give him some water?" Hal asked, but then thought better of it. Keeping the kid hydrated would be great, but he was struggling way to much and he might choke on accident.
Bary started gently rocking back and forth, and it finally seemed to cease the boy's weak struggles.
The small redhead just curled up, still shivering, with tears threathening to fall at any moment, and he clearly didn't seem happy, but he just sat there, groggily, as his eyes slowly slid closed, a grimace always present on the young face.
Hal winced symphatically.
"Sorry, Kiddo." The brunette said, gently running his hand over the kid's hat, noting that he shied away from the touch.
Poor guy was probably freaked out. First he had to walk through the woods for hours. Now he wakes up, cold and surrounded by strangers.
Boy opened his mouth, but when he tried to speak, it came out as a terrible, raspy sound; Kid's mouth probably feeling like a cheese grater after everything.
"Water might be a good idea now." Barry chimed in, reffering to Hal's earlier words. Kid seemed calmer now.
He quickly got up, brought over a cup and filled it with a little of the semi-warm water from next to the fire.
He very carefully gave some to the boy, who chocked on the first sip, but soon after started greedily swallowing giant gulps - Hal tipped the cup the other way, making the boy take smaller sips, worried that he will get sick - he was clearly dying of thirst.
"He's very thin." Barry commented suddenly. Hal didn't look up from his task.
"Hm?" The blonde was the one who undressed him, Hal really had no idea.
"He couldn't be out here for less than one day, really." Barry continued. "But he looks underweight. I think it's from before that."
The brunette nodded.
"His nails are super long, too." He chimed in.
He worked quicky on changing the water in the bowls then, pouring the colder one into one pot, and taking a warmer one from the other.
The kid whined in pain when his fingers were submerged again.
'The hotter the water is, the worse the pain' Barry had said about an hour earlier; Hal made extra sure not to make the water too warm.
The shivers were slowly getting less and less voilent, and the boy seemed finally getting warm.
He tiredly rested his head on Barry's chest, watching Hal with half-closed eyes.
The brunette smiled.
"What's your name, kid?" He asked, but received no answer. The boy didn't seem to comprehend much at the moment. "My name is Hal, and this is Barry." He told him gently, a little afraid that it would cause the kid to freak out again, but it didn't.
The boy was too tired to do anything, and only managed to drink another cup of water - with the help of Hal - before falling asleep, his head buried in Barry's chest.

"The worst is over." The blonde informed him. Hal nodded.
"All's left is just waiting till the morning." He chimed in, getting comfortable again, gently re-aligning the blankets over the kid's legs.

They had no idea what was going to happen tommorow. They will probably never see the kid again, or even know why he was here in the first place.
Barry frowned at that and promised himself to check up on the boy after everything was over.
Unknowingly to him, Hal vowed the same thing, just mere seconds later.

Description
I like the idea~ Good job me~<3 But I'm utterly dissatisfied with the picture. Looked better on the sketch tbh.

...I really enjoy Barry, Hal, and Wally stories. So you'll have to suffer through another one of those~<3
No powers AU, that could be seen as a powers AU if you squint really hard and forget some details (like the lack of superspeed and a super powered ring.) But you know, whatevs.
(could be seen as BarryxHal if you'd like, but there's no real mentions of any pairings, so yeah, brOTP ftw)

WARNING: um. Hypothermia, mentions of neglect, abandonment, figthing for life, mentions of losing body parts, and I'll add more warnings as I go.

DISCLAIMER: I don't know crap about first aid...That's a lie. Most of it is correct I think - I've done research- but I wouldn't advise to actually teach people stuff you read in fanfiction, because It might be wrong.
___

"Well...that's a blizzard." Hal commented lightly, looking through the small window, right into the heart of the biggest snow storms that Barry had ever seen.
He hummed in reply, bringing his bag over to the couch, and trying to not step on the carpet in his wet shoes.
"You wouldn't be so surprised if you checked the weather reports." He said finally, not really bothered by the situation.
According to the weather forecast - that Barry, unlike Hal, checked three times before they left for their break - the storm would be over by the morning, and they could go skiing like they planned.
There were no signs of the storm, when the bus left them a few miles back on the road.
They walked the entire distance to the hut they rented out in about three hours, and thankfully the storm caught up with them only when they were pretty close to it.

To be honest, Barry was pretty excited about their free time. He didn't really get any days away from work lately, and was glad he could just spend some quality time with Hal, drinking, skiiing, and staying as far away from the city as they could.
Maybe when the storm lessened, they could actually see some stars in the sky.
The blonde took off his gloves, and instantly regreted it.

"Can you take care of the fireplace?" He turned to Hal, who also brought his bags over.
The brunette grumbled about having to do all the hard work, and about 'man make fire. roar' under his breath as he got to work.
Barry just smiled at his friend fondly, before searching through the bag in search for food.
"Soup for dinner?" He asked over his shoulder and received an affirmative.
Then the sound of crumpling newspaper reached his ears and the scrape and hiss of matches lighting.
Warm light started slowly filling the room.
For all the complaining that Hal did, he was actually pretty good at starting up the fireplace.

"They didn't leave us much wood in here." The brunette commented, and Barry nodded.
"The guy who gave me the keys, said that there is a shack next to the house, with the chopped wood in it." He paused for a moment "Not I."
"Not I- damnit." Hal whined. "Baarryyy it's cold outside. I don't want to gooo." He pouted, looking out the window.
It was already dark and the blizzard only got worse with each passing minute. There was no way he was going outside at a weather like that
...Barry on the other hand...?
He turned toward his friend, ready to turn on his charm, but the other man was unsympathetic.
"No Hal, you lost fair and square, you're going for the wood." He didn't even bother to look him in the face when he dismissed him. "You don't have to go now. Warm up. You'll go when we the supply runs out."
The brunette just huffed.
"Fine."

___

"This is good." Hal sighed in contentment, warming his hands with the bowl of soup that Barry re-heated over the fire.
The blonde hummed in agreement.
"A friend from work told me how to make it." He commented.
"A bouqette of flowers is in order Bear. Or just marry them and steal all their cooking secrets."
They ate, talking, huddled up in front of the fire, with the wind howling outside.
"I don't think his wife would appreciate that, Hal."
The brunette snorted.

Just sitting here, without any worries. It was nice.

___

"There's no more wood left." The blonde informed, throwing the last log into the fire. "This won't last us through the night."
"I hear ya'" Hal grumbled in reply, pouting. "But I'm all warm and cozy now." He complained. "I don't want to lose that."
Barry just rolled his eyes.
"The faster you go, the sooner you'll be back." He ignored the glare directed his way.
Hal - still grumbling - got to his feet and shuffled slowly toward the exit and began putting on his shoes, giving a lot of long-suffering sighs as he did so.
Barry didn't react. Only, when the man finally managed to put on his coat, brought out his bright green flashlight, and went to open the doors, the blonde commented.
"Don't get eaten by a bear." He advised. At Hal's suprised squeak he added "Or killed by a murderer with an axe."
"You're mean." Was the last words he heard before the doors opened and the biting cold reached him, causing him to bury his face deeper into his blanket.
Then they closed and Barry was left alone in the hut.
He rolled his eyes with a smile at his friend's antics, and waited for him to get back.
...
And waited...
...And waited...
......And waited...

Barry frowned. Glanced at his watch.
He really hoped this wasn't some sort of prank.
He slowly got to the door, glancing outside.
He couldn't see anything because of the blizzard.
He swore to science, if Hal was playing around he was going to-

BANG.
It wasn't exactly a 'knock' at the door, but Barry relaxed, seeing his friend's form behind the door. He quickly opened it.
"You decided to take the scenic route to the shack? What took you-" His eyes widdened at what he saw.

There stood Hal, his arms full of what he previosly thought was wood.
He was holding a kid. A covered in snow, grey from the cold, unmoving, kid.
"Wh-" He didn't even finish, just swifly stepped aside, so Hal could pass. "Get him close to the fire." He ordered, closing the door behind them.
Hal didn't answer. He had his jaw set, and his eyes were wide. He looked scared.
He went to place the kid on the carpet, but Barry stopped him.
"Keep him close to you." He said, checking for the pulse.
The kid's skin felt ice cold under his fingers.
Nothing.
Nothing.
Nothing.
No-there. Faint.
He waited a few more seconds.
Again.
The heart was barely beating. But it was.
The shallow breath was coming out in little puffs of air.
He moved to unzip the kid's coat - It was way too light for this kind of weather. The zipper gave away on the third try, previosly being too frozen to move.
He didn't have much on. His light shirt was no match for the biting cold. The pants had a recent hole on one knee, the skin underneath swollen and bleeding. The socks were too thin, the shoes just a normal pair of sneakers.
The boy couldn't be older than 10 years old.
He started undressing the kid from the drenched, freezing clothes. Then he moved the kid onto his lap.
Hal immediatly stood up, bringing their bags closer to the fireplace, and taking out towels and dry clothes. He took another blanket from the couch and put it on the ground in front of Barry.
Then he took the pot from over the fireplace, to get some water and heat it up.

Barry managed to get the clothes off, quickly wiping the kid with a towel, terrified at how blue the kid's lips were.
He seemed to be completely unresponsive. No fluttering eyelids, not even a shiver.
The boy was on the verge of death.

He quickly took his warmest sweater from the bag, and wrapped him in it, grabing the wool socks he had an putting them on the boy's feet, rubbing at them very gently, trying to get some circulation into them.
Some of the toes and a couple of the fingers seemed red and the skin was hard. Frostbite. Barry winced.
Hal came back, put the water to heat and went toward the exit.
"Wood for the fire." Was all he said before he left - the thing he went for in the first place. How the hell did he manage to find a kid in this blizzard?

Barry still continued rubbing the boys feet, hands, arms and legs, quickly wrapping a towel agains the kid's wet head and trying to get it as dry as he could.
He bit his lip.
He reached into his bag, where he knew he put the first aid kit.
The heatpacks were there, thankfully.
He quickly took a couple, covered each with a t-shirt and placed them under the kid's armpits, his groin and both sides of his neck.
Then, he unzipped his own sweater and brought the kid closer to himself.
He started rubbing at the kid's arms again.
No response.

The doors opened with a bang and Hal came in, bringing as much wood as he could carry.
"He needs a hospital." Barry said, trying to get some warmth into the kid's frosty fingers, by holding them in his hands and heating them with his breath.
"The closest hospital is four hours away, give or take two more because of the blizzard." Hal replied, and the blonde knew. He knew. But they couldn't just sit here and do nothing.
"He can go into shock if we try to warm him up too quickly." He commented, staring into the fire.
Hal brought a few bowls from the kitchen, and filled them with the semi-warm water from over the fire. Two were used by Barry to carefully dip the boy's fingers in.
The brunette took off the warm socks that Barry put on and did the same to the feet.
Still no response from the kid.

"Where did you find him?" Barry asked, neither of them slowing down in their tasks.
"Next to the shack. His hand was sticking out of the snow." Hal replied quietly. He looked haunted. "Kid didn't even have any gloves on. I thought he was dead."
"Did you see anyone else?" A kid couldn't get here on their own. But Hal just shook his head.
"I looked, but there was no one." He was quiet for a moment. "I think he came from the road down the mountain."
The blonde's eyes widened.
"That's three hours away. Even more witout the path. Even more during the blizzard." Barry bit his lip. "You think he got lost?"
The other man shook his head.
"There is nothing here. No hotels, no other shacks. The skiing place is in the other direction. There is not even a place to stop on that road." He commented darkly.
Barry frowned.
"What are you saying?" Hal bit the inside of his cheek.
"I'm saying that I don't think he got /lost/." He drenched the towel in the water and started carefully rubbing the legs. He didn't even have the time to take off his own shoes yet.
Barry glanced at their progress, gently opening sweater that the kid was wrapped in. Checked the pulse again.
No change.

"Call for help." He told Hal, but cut in before the man had the chance to protest. "Even if they can only come in the morning. They will be able to get him to the hospital quicker."
'if he survives' Barry didn't say out loud, but it was pretty clear.
Hal stared at the kid for a moment, before standing up with a heavy sigh and going over to the other room, where they knew the radio was.
"Here goes our free weekend." He joked weakly as he went.

Barry didn't answer.

___

Kid's hair was dry now, the red tufts covered with a warm woolen hat that Hal brought.
They exchanged the heat packs for new ones, changed the water in the bowls, so it was always semi-warm, and continued to wipe the kid with warm, wet towels.
Most of the boy's fingers seemed to be okay, some even returning to it's normal color, but the few of the toes still were hard, and some broke out in blisters and bubbles.
The kid was probably going to lose some of them.
It was not easy, thinking about it.
Thinking that even if the kid pulled through, it was definetly not going to be unscanted.

Barry still had the child -wrapped up in sweaters and blankets - snuggled up close to his body, trying to keep him as warm as he could.
Hal came back a while ago, saying that there is going to be a helicopter in the morning, fairly close to their hut, and the paramedics will get here as soon as they are able.

It was a waiting game at this point.

___

Hal's eyes dropped for good, and was dosing, leaning on Barry, the kid's legs in his lap, wrapped up in another blanket.
That's probably why he jumped up, startled, when one of those legs kicked him in the chest.
His eyes flew open, as he groggily looked around.

The kid gave a sudden gasp and a lurch, as his breathing quickened without any warning.
Boy started gasping and coughing, ignoring Barry's tries to calm him down, clearly not awake enough to comprehend anything.
Then he started shivering. Full on, teeth clattering, body shaking, almost seizure-like shivering.
Hal glanced worriedly at Barry for guidance, but to his surprise the man seemed relieved.
"This is good." The blonde said, allowing a smile to worm it's way to his face. "This is really good. His body is finally trying to produce heat. He's doing better."
It felt like a heavy burden was suddeny lifted from his shoulders.
The boy's eyes opened a crack, little, scared green eyes poking out from behind the red lashes.
He didn't seem to be seeing anything though, the was way too out of it.
He tried to untangle himself from the blankets, whining softly and fighting to get his hands and feet out from the water filled bowls, clearly in pain.
Barry winced, and restrained the kid as gently as he could, shushing him.
"I'm sorry. I know it hurts, but you have to leave your hands in the water." His explanations fell to deaf ears, but he still talked, hoping that the soft murmur might help in calming the kid down a little.
"Should we give him some water?" Hal asked, but then thought better of it. Keeping the kid hydrated would be great, but he was struggling way to much and he might choke on accident.
Bary started gently rocking back and forth, and it finally seemed to cease the boy's weak struggles.
The small redhead just curled up, still shivering, with tears threathening to fall at any moment, and he clearly didn't seem happy, but he just sat there, groggily, as his eyes slowly slid closed, a grimace always present on the young face.
Hal winced symphatically.
"Sorry, Kiddo." The brunette said, gently running his hand over the kid's hat, noting that he shied away from the touch.
Poor guy was probably freaked out. First he had to walk through the woods for hours. Now he wakes up, cold and surrounded by strangers.
Boy opened his mouth, but when he tried to speak, it came out as a terrible, raspy sound; Kid's mouth probably feeling like a cheese grater after everything.
"Water might be a good idea now." Barry chimed in, reffering to Hal's earlier words. Kid seemed calmer now.
He quickly got up, brought over a cup and filled it with a little of the semi-warm water from next to the fire.
He very carefully gave some to the boy, who chocked on the first sip, but soon after started greedily swallowing giant gulps - Hal tipped the cup the other way, making the boy take smaller sips, worried that he will get sick - he was clearly dying of thirst.
"He's very thin." Barry commented suddenly. Hal didn't look up from his task.
"Hm?" The blonde was the one who undressed him, Hal really had no idea.
"He couldn't be out here for less than one day, really." Barry continued. "But he looks underweight. I think it's from before that."
The brunette nodded.
"His nails are super long, too." He chimed in.
He worked quicky on changing the water in the bowls then, pouring the colder one into one pot, and taking a warmer one from the other.
The kid whined in pain when his fingers were submerged again.
'The hotter the water is, the worse the pain' Barry had said about an hour earlier; Hal made extra sure not to make the water too warm.
The shivers were slowly getting less and less voilent, and the boy seemed finally getting warm.
He tiredly rested his head on Barry's chest, watching Hal with half-closed eyes.
The brunette smiled.
"What's your name, kid?" He asked, but received no answer. The boy didn't seem to comprehend much at the moment. "My name is Hal, and this is Barry." He told him gently, a little afraid that it would cause the kid to freak out again, but it didn't.
The boy was too tired to do anything, and only managed to drink another cup of water - with the help of Hal - before falling asleep, his head buried in Barry's chest.

"The worst is over." The blonde informed him. Hal nodded.
"All's left is just waiting till the morning." He chimed in, getting comfortable again, gently re-aligning the blankets over the kid's legs.

They had no idea what was going to happen tommorow. They will probably never see the kid again, or even know why he was here in the first place.
Barry frowned at that and promised himself to check up on the boy after everything was over.
Unknowingly to him, Hal vowed the same thing, just mere seconds later.