Maybe his voice wasn’t as strong as usual. When Barry had seen him last, he’d still been bleeding, Caitlin stitching up his worst wounds and angrily muttering something about badly bruised ribs. He still looked pretty beaten up, and those were only the parts Barry could see. With all his healing abilities, Barry had still been resoundingly beaten by the man in the yellow suit at the football field. It was hard to imagine how an ordinary person could stand it. Maybe Caitlin had given him the good drugs.