"No signs of macular damage. Your retina and cornea seem unaffected."

Barry turned the light off on the camera situated in front of his eye.

"I told you, I'm fine."

"You said Bivolo whammied you. No desire to do MMA on any of us?"

Barry turned to Felicity with a playful smile on his face.

"No. Yeah, I mean, something weird happened with his eyes for a second."

"Weird thing?"

"Yeah, everything went red."

"You were right."

"Okay, next thing you know, Bivolo was gone. Look, obviously his powers didn't work on me, so.."

"It was stupid for you to go out there alone. You take too many risks. As fast as you are, that's gonna catch up to you."

Barry turned around to Caitlin. He seemed desperate and frustrated.

"Caitlin, I'm not Ronnie. You gotta stop treating me like I am."

Caitlin sucked in a breath, trying not to scream at Barry for his words. Instead, she tried a different approach, frustrated and confused.

"You're right. You're not."

She walked away, outside the Cortex to cool off, leaving Felicity with Barry.

Felicity sighed, crossing her arms over her chest as she walked over to Barry.

"What?"

"You are such a lovable dummy."

Barry's phone buzzed in his pocket as he pulled it out, looking up at Felicity with a tinge of anger in his system.

"It's Oliver. He want's to have another session."

"I'm sure he's not gonna shoot you again."

Felicity paused, as she turned around, walking back to the desk.

"Maybe you should wear body armor."

"Thinking of new ways to embarrass me?"

Oliver turned around to Barry, bow in his hand as he registered what he had just told him.

"I'm not trying to embarrass you, Barry, but you wen't after Bivolo last night alone and you lost him."

Barry rolled his eyes, anger tinging in his breath. He had almost had enough of Oliver.

"Pftt. And you've never had a misstep?"

"Of course I've had missteps. Barry, I have been living this live for almost eight years, encountering things that you can't even fathom, and I'm still alive. Not because super speed kept me on the ground. It was because I realized that I needed to keep learning, keep training, keep getting smarter. And until you get that, despite your best intentions, you will do more harm than good."

Barry shook his head, arms crossed, as he stared at Oliver. Something clicked in his mind as he registered why Oliver was doing all of this, the training and advice, everything.

"I finally see it. You're a little bit jealous of me, aren't you? A guy like you, handsome, rich, can have any girl he wants. Jealousy's probably a new emotion for you, so you might be a little slow to get what it is that you're feeling."

"That's your theory?"

"Absolutely. So you can train, lift weights, climb that stupid bar till you'r heart explodes, but you'll never be as fast as I am. You'll never be what I am. And that's gotta hurt your rock hard pride, Ollie."

Oliver sighed as he stayed quiet, watching as Barry started to walk away from him. Something wasn't right.

"I told Felicity you didn't want my help."

"Yeah? Well you're finally right about something!"

Barry walked inside CCPD as his anger was flaring through him, like a spark he couldn't put out. Something since him was pushing him to say everything, do everything and, possibly, hurt someone he loves in the process.

"Allen, where are you with the Bivolo case?"

"I'm working it.."

"Care to be more specific? Hey! Hour about you answer me when I ask a question!"

"Hey! How about you back off?" Barry spewed back as he looked down at Captain Singh's shocked face.

"Excuse me?"

"Look, I work just as hard as anyone in this building. I don't need you constantly berating me about my job. When it's done, you will have it, alright?"

Joe quickly cut in before Barry could make it worse, as his anger only exploded a little more.

"Sorry, Captain, he's having an allergic reaction to some bad medication."

"You remind him who answers to who."

Barry walked down the stairs to a nearby corner as Joe approached him.

"Have you lost your mind?"

"I'm so sick of Singh talking to me like that."

Barry smacked his shoulder against the wall, in hopes of easing his anger, which only grew as he suppressed it back.

"He's still out boss. I know you're upset about losing Bivolo--"

"Wait, wait, you're just like him. Like Wells and Oliver and everyone else my whole life that didn't think if get the job done. You wanna help me, Joe? You wanna help me? Get my dad out of prison. You helped put him there, didn't you?"

"Barry, you need to calm down."

Marianna walked over to Joe and Barry as she noticed the anger spewing from Barry's eyes.

"Why don't we both take a ride to S.T.A.R. Labs?"

Barry shoved Joe as he let his rage fly.

"I'm calm, okay! When I am not calm, you'll know."

Barry's eyes suddenly glowed a deep red as he walked away, Marianna keeping a close eye on him.

"Okay, I'll call you back later." Felicity hung up the phone back at the Cortex as she looked at everyone behind the monitors. "That was the Arrow. He said that Barry was acting strangely."

"Strangely how?"

Joe walked inside the Cortex, followed by Marianna as they both looked worried. Barry, nowhere in sight, their team knew exactly why.

"He's been whammied. He was acting angry. It was scary. And his eyes ... they glowed."

"It's possible his body is fighting off the effects so it's hitting him slower."

"When it comes to rage that is not good. The longer you suppress the emotion--"

"The bigger the explosion." Felicity concluded, looking frightened as she realized what had happened to one of her friends.

"Considering what he can do, how do we even stop him?"

"A cold gun would come in real handy right about now." Cisco said, as he turned in his chair, slowly, adding in the effect.

"Hey!" Marianna glared at Cisco as he cleared his throat.

"I'm just saying."

"None of us can stop Barry. Unfortunately, Felicity knows someone who can.  I think you better call back Oliver Queen. We're gonna need the Arrow's help."