Lisa watched her broken little friend get up and take refuge in his bathtub. Even his hug was sad. This is was breaking her heart. There was definite revenge to be had. Once she found out who it was, they would pay.
Anyone who would hurt this poor, innocent guy was too evil. She humored the idea of crawling in the tub with him but given it was small enough, she sat beside it until she started to drift off.
She leaned down and kissed him on the forehead before heading into his room and into his bed.
As Cisco snuggled in the bathtub, he felt safe and warm in the aftermath of his nightmare. He knew there was another nightmare on its way, but he couldn’t pull himself from the drowsiness. He snuggled deeper into the tub, pulling the towel tight around his body and rolled to his side.
“She’s mad at me. I’ll be at the bar.” He mumbled, the sound muffled by his makeshift blanket. Within his dream, he drank and drank as people ran amok, terrified by the potential bombs attatched around their necks. His collar had clicked to red, and he could hear the micromachinery working inside it. All of his senses were heightened. He knew exactly what was going to happen, but he couldn’t stop it. Just like always. He sighed, both as a sign of frustration, and his realization that the bartender had cut him off. He got up, stumbling through the almost vacant venue. He found some tools, and managed to get the collar off. He slid it across the ground before backing slowly away from it. “That was close.” He whispered, relaxing the muscles he’d tensed up. Within the dream, he smiled in triumph before hearing an audible click and feeling his body fly through the air and hit a concrete pillar. Cisco cried out in pain, feeling the bones in his body break as he flopped to the floor. Cuts covered his body, and he felt as something pierced through his torso, tearing through his flesh. He struggled to breathe, feeling as the life slowly was drained from his body. Everyone had left. Nobody would find him. At this realization, a tear fell from his eye as he woke just before his dream death.
Cisco was in a daze – his heart was racing, his skin was clammy, and his body ached. He vaguely remembered crawling into the bathtub and cuddling with a towel. He felt a hand on his arm, and he threw out an arm to distance himself from the other. Cisco was hyperaware, just as he was after every nightmare. His powers were a little wacked as well. As he threw out an arm, he felt as vibrations were sent out his fingertips and toward the bathroom mirror, shattering it. In the darkness, all he could hear was the shimmer of breaking glass and his own yelp of fear. “Oh my God. I’m so sorry. Are youokay?”
Cisco backup 