Well, when Superman said he needed time, Wally was happy to deliver. He defiantly bought him and J'onn enough time to find the planet that GL supposedly "blew up" (which really didn't make a lot of sense. Sure, GL's ring defiantly had enough power, but if he was taking out a ship, he wouldn't have enough-oh, whatever) , but now…well, now Wally needed more time.
He probably could have been a bit smarter on the whole buying time thing.
"Could you be any more on an idiot?" GL managed to get out between coughs. "I'm guilty Flash. You shouldn't have-"
"Okay, as much as I like the whole martyr thing," Wally was franticly running around in the tiny metal sphere. He really hoped Superman showed up, because even though he could vibrate through, he couldn't exactly bring GL with him. Eventually he stopped next to GL, hands on his hips and glare in place. "You didn't do it."
Wally then started coughing into his hand, wanting to take a deep breath. He didn't think the gas would work this fast, and-oh God his lungs felt like they were on fire.
Where the hell was the Boy Scout when you needed him?
…ah, there he was.
A hole was ripped in the metal, and then Wally and GL were pulled out by the Man of Steel himself, and that's when Wally took a deep breath. Fresh air had never felt so good. And while Wally was getting air back in his lungs the planet that was "blown up" came back, GL tried to beat the snot out of the guy who turned him in, and the Manhunters disappeared.
Ah, yes right. Deadly robots that call them self Manhunters. Need to be taken out. On it.
Bats was gonna be so jealous when they got back.