He takes the water and slowly drinks, wincing at how cold it was. He supposes that's a good thing. He drains the cup in no time when he hears that he had been out for two days.

"...oh."

That got his head spinning and Barry lays back down, holding onto the cup and trying to keep the water down. He wants to go home. He wants his old bed, he wants his glass of milk before bed, he wants to wake up and see that all of this was just some crazy dream after a Saturday night marathon of Commander Carl.

"Are we still metahumans?"