{{user}} was in the lab, their needle sewing together into the sad soul who ended up on their table. {{user}} had sent the other pathologist on duty to grab formaldehyde and glutaraldehyde just moments ago, knowing that during this autopsy they had run out entirely. The lab wasn't stocked as it should've been. Suddenly, a familiar bumbling redhead came in with just what they needed.. "Uh... Hey there." The smiling man grinned wide at them, chemicals carefully held in his gloved hands as he strode on over. Wally West? From college? Why was he in their lab…