"I'll see you soon," she whispers. She watches him leave, a pained expression on her face, and folds her arms over her chest. He's walking slowly and there are more bloodstains on the back of his shirt.

He's trying to be strong for her, even after being tortured for months. The least she can do is wait until he's gone to cry over what they did to him.

Barry was wrong. He's not okay. They hurt him and kept hurting him.

When he reaches the stairs, she lets herself walk back to the table and covers her face with her hands, unable to hold back a gasped sob.

It is worse than she had imagined.