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Wally slowly woke up.

The first thing he noticed was that every part of him felt sore.

He shakily stood up, and made his way to the bathroom.

He sighed at the sight of him covered in bruises.

Most of them in the shape of a footprint.

He had a hand mark on his cheek.

"Oh, I wonder where that came from?" Wally sarcastically thought, rolling his eyes.

He had bleeding cuts all over his arms and torso.

At least two of his ribs were broken.

Sighing dramatically, he grabbed the bandages and started wrapping his torso in it.

He then firmly, but gently, wrapped his arms.

He put the bandages away.

Wally looked down and saw his legs covered in large bruises.

"I can cover those up with pants." Wally thought.

He looked up in the mirror.

Wally carefully leaned closer to the mirror, and gently touched the bruise on his face, wincing.

"But what about this?"  Wally thought, brows furrowing.

Wally thought for a moment.

"Oh! Right! Concealer!" Wally thought, grabbing some concealer out of the cabinet. 

He carefully applied it on top of the bruise, making sure it was perfect.

When Wally was finally satisfied, he started to walk towards his pile of clean clothes on the ground.

His father opened his door, and walked in.

Wally froze.

"Oh no." Wally thought as his dad approached him. "I just covered up all my injuries!"

"Wallace." Rudolph growled.

"Y-yes?" Wally carefully asked.

"Your uncle is here to take you out for the rest of the day." His father grumbled.

Wally's face lit up.

"If you tell him, I swear to god, Wallace." Rudolph threatened. "You aren't gonna be goin' out with anyone  ever again. Especially not Barry."

Rudolph spat out the  name 'Barry' with venom.

Wally flinched.

He quickly nodded.

"If he sees your injuries, tell him ya got into a fight or somethin'." Rudolph said turning to walk out the door. "It's believable if we're talkin' about a worthless brat like you."

Rudolph walked out of his room, and slammed the door shut behind him.

Wally shakily went over to his pile of clothes.

He picked out a red, long sleeved Flash shirt, and a short sleeved bright yellow hoodie.

He threw on some black pants, and walked into the bathroom.

He checked one more time to make sure he couldn't see ay injuries, then walked out of his room.

Wally hurried downstairs, and saw his Uncle Barry waiting for him.

"Kid!" Barry exclaimed, grinning. "You ready to go?"

"Y-yeah!" Wally exclaimed, smiling, ignoring the pain in his ribs.