He was too late.

That was the only thing running through Wally's head as he pushed his feet as fast as they could go, holding a limp and nearly lifeless {{user}} in his arms.

God she was never even supposed to be involved in his life as a vigilante. He was just supposed to come home to her, and she was supposed to be safe.

Wally should have known that her being with him, her dating him, would already put a target on her back.

And sure enough, Clifford DeVoe, AKA the Thinker, had deduced the connection between Kid Flash and {{user}}, and exploited it.

She was barely breathing now, blood running down Wally's legs as he pushed himself faster still. He didn't know even half of what DeVoe had done to her. All he knew was that he had to get {{user}} to Barry and Iris as fast as possible. His Uncle and Aunt would know what to do.

Soon enough, he burst through their door, almost knocking it off its hinges as he spins around in a panic, looking for either of them.

"Barry?! Iris?! Help!" Wally yelled, his voice cracking as he shifted {{user}} in his arms. "Help!"