~The Speed Force~
The Flash woke up to see a beautiful scene surrounding him.
The sky danced in a battle of dominance between the red and yellow lightening that took up the entire sky.
Actually, it was more like a huge room, with low hanging ceilings.
There was a column of the lightening that made up the 'sky' or 'ceiling', to which The Flash realized he had just woken up at the base of. It was thinner in the middle than at both the top and bottom bases, and it almost looks like the shape of a really old tree trunk, Flash thought.
It was so calm and peaceful here. The Flash felt strangely almost at home in this alien environment.
But there was still something wrong, something was off.
Wally just couldn't put his finger on it.
He started to walk around, trying to find out where he was.
There wasn't anyone to ask directions from. Or any other life form, as far as The Flash could tell.
There wasn't anything but him and the lightening for as far as he could see.
Then he saw someone lying on the ground a little distance ahead of himself, and speed up to them.
He saw that the young man had a slim runner's build, even though he was on his side, back to The Flash. He saw the flaming red hair covering the back of his head, and the red and yellow suit that was achingly familiar, as The Flash ran up behind the young man, no older than twenty-five.
But he stopped as he saw how beaten up he was.
Flash nudged the other man's shoulder, and upon no response, ducked his head down, hovering above the stranger's mouth and nose, looking towards his chest, while checking for a pulse.
Upon finding one, he gave a great sigh and sat up, shoulders slumped.
The Flash looked around.
Both he and the stranger needed medical attention ASAP.
So he picked this complete stranger up and ran.