Wally wasn't feeling too badly about things when a nurse came to help him back to his room. Sure, he'd been a little confused about John at first, and technically still was, but he was pretty certain he'd figured out that it was because of this whole other dimension thing that kept messing with his head. First a different version of Clark, then a different John. Of course, while it was all well and good that different versions of his friends were wandering around, it did mean that it was highly unlikely that the real Justice League were going to be showing up to help him any time soon. Well at least he'd gotten a package of candy out of the deal, so it wasn't a total loss.

But it was dinner time now, which brought a whole new problem with it. How was he going to explain to Tony about what happened last night? Adrenaline? Confusion brought on by blood loss? Maybe he would get lucky and Tony wouldn't be there yet, then Wally could eat his dinner and pretend to be asleep or something. And just keep doing that for however long he was here. Yeah, probably not one of his best ideas, but it was the only one he had at the moment.

Of course, the whole thing fell apart when he got to his room and Tony was already there. Wally froze in the doorway, wondering if he could just turn and bolt or something, but with one leg injured and nurse right behind him, that wasn't an option either. He edged his way into the room and to his desk with a nervous smile, propping the crutch against the bed and settling into the chair. Tony didn't look like he was in the mood for talking, so maybe Wally had gotten lucky after all. He started eating, devouring the steak at his normal speed and keeping an eye on Tony all the while.