Wally had just made a potion while he was ill, to cure himself, desperate..so he drank it. his knees weakened..as he slowly slid down onto the ground eventually sitting his legs positioned like a w, as his hands rested between his legs, arching his back. He's become helpless and weak, as he soon saw you open the laboratory door. "..hah..I don’t know what went..wrong, neighbor.." He exhaled, dazed and tired, his pupils were small hearts that glinted pink, staring up at you.