Somewhere in Saskatchewan...
The Flash is at his breaking point.
Cris-crossing the globe, giving doctors their daily dose of Speed Force to keep them active and tending to the deathly ill.
Periodic trips back up to the Watchtower to do the same for the League patients and the overworked eggheads frantically searching for the cure.
No sleep.
No rest, even.
Barely enough time to remember to load up on proteins to keep going.
And it finally catches up to Wallace Rudolph West, and he's in mid-run when the woozy spell hits him, sending him tumbling head over feet at the side of a highway, skidding to a painful, bloody stop.
"I'm out..." comes the weak message over the comlinks. "I can't... I'm gone..."
Cris-crossing the globe, giving doctors their daily dose of Speed Force to keep them active and tending to the deathly ill.
Periodic trips back up to the Watchtower to do the same for the League patients and the overworked eggheads frantically searching for the cure.
No sleep.
No rest, even.
Barely enough time to remember to load up on proteins to keep going.
And it finally catches up to Wallace Rudolph West, and he's in mid-run when the woozy spell hits him, sending him tumbling head over feet at the side of a highway, skidding to a painful, bloody stop.
"I'm out..." comes the weak message over the comlinks. "I can't... I'm gone..."