Barry: Please don’t. Maybe knowing will help you figure out a way to help the headaches.
Barry: Are you okay? I’m sure that was a shock. I’m glad you guys are spending time together though.
Cisco: speaking of headaches, this one feels like my head is going to split open. it sucks.
Cisco: yeah, it’s awkward more than anything else. but ya know -life
Violet shrugged. “Like everyone everywhere who has ever met me.”
Cisco thought he had offended Violet. “No, uh, that’s not what I meant. I meant I was going to regret drinking later when I go to sleep, or rather try and sleep.” Cisco babbled. His hands stayed on either side of his face as the headache grew louder and louder in his head, and his face showed it.
Barry: Alright, no back in time. But you really should have Caitlin run tests on you. And you on her, and just..tests. You guys should know how the accelerator changed you.
Barry: How are you and Violet?
Cisco: Yeah. I’ve been avoiding that, actually….
Cisco: We’re good. Getting drinks rn
Barry: Is medication not helping? And you still have a concussion? You might need to go to the hospital. And I’m half-tempted to go back in time again just so you can have better dreams. Or something.
Cisco: I don’t know if its the concussion or what. But headaches are all I seem to have since the backfire of the weapon trial. Let’s not go back in time, hmm? I’ll figure this stuff out.
“You’re sweet. I want to be sweet.” She sighed and removed her cheek, leaning over the bar and waving over the bartender and pointing to the bottle of vodka on the shelf and flashing her ID. The bartender looked skeptically at the ID but shrugged, pouring her a shot. Easily she downed it, hardly wincing at the taste before resting her forehead on the bar. A clear sign of defeat.
“You’re sweet, who told you that you weren’t? I mean, granted, I’ve know you for a total of like, 12 hours, but still.” Cisco said, finishing off the rest of his beer. “I’m going to regret this later, I think.” He rubbed circles on his temples, trying to ward off the headache that was attempting to take over his senses. He watched as she downed the shot and rested her head on the bar. “What’s wrong?”
No no no why would you do the awesome thing to help the conversation? I’m trying to escape here. Staci thought as she watched him pull out his phone. Normally people would try to yell louder or just walk away with a never mind. She couldn’t find it in her to be rude, what if he didn’t notice what happened and she was just jumping to panicked conclusions? She bit her lip unsure of what to do, so she nodded. She could always back out at the last second right? She started to dig through her back and wrote a response on a slip of paper. I’m Staci. I’d be glad to. When and where?
The smile stayed on his face as he deleted the text and started typing once more. ‘Jitters, 2 tomorrow okay?’ He turned the phone with one hand so she could read it, and with the other he took the pen and wrote his cell number down with the words ‘text me ;)’ written beside the numbers.
Barry: Hey, how are you? Wanted to check in.
Cisco: Haven’t slept for more than a couple hours for the past week. This concussion is making that lucid dream worse and worse.
Violet shrugged, awkwardly patting his his back before grabbing some courage and leaning over, resting her cheek on his shoulder. “Can you teach me manners?” She asked softly. “Everyone that knows you loves you and Oliver said that I need to be more like you.”
“Manners? Like, please and thank you? I don’t know if those can be taught, Violet. I was raised to say those things. It’s just natural to me.” Cisco felt a little awkward with Violet’s face directly on his arm, be he didn’t want to say anything. “Not everyone loves me.” He said, remembering Hartley and their nemesis-like relationship. “Oliver thinks I’m annoying. He probably doesn’t want you to be like me. I’m just the weird tech guy from the city over.”
Cisco put down his phone after responding to Sara and crossed to the tiny kitchen that was in his apartment. He put a pan on the stove and turned it on, getting the ingredients out for fettuccine chicken Alfredo and preparing it all. He managed to not spill the pasta, and even kept all the chicken in the pan. He told Sara he was a chef, but in all reality, he was trying to impress her in any way that he could.
While the food cooked, he darted about his apartment, tidying up. There were his goofy and geeky screen-printed shirts and zip-up hoodies everywhere, and empty soda cups from big belly burger were scattered across the tabletops in the apartment. He managed to pick everything up and make it look quite presentable while also not burning anything but a few pieces of chicken. Hell, he even made his bed.
“Yeah…Try.” Cisco mumbled in his sleep before his breathing got faster and his voice began to rise. “Help…he’s gonna kill me! Caitlin help!” He thrashed about the bed, trying to wake himself from the dream. He sat up quickly, waking himself up. He covered his face in his hands so Caitlin could see the tears stream down his face.
She was focus on her research when she heard a scream and could not help but jump because of that and run where Cisco was, she sat down next to him, trying to comfort him “
, calm down, you are with me, just try and breathe, you are safe here”
Cisco kept his face covered as he laid his head on his friend’s shoulder. “This sucks. A concussion, plus this crap. I can’t even sleep even if I wanted to.” Cisco sighed, wiping the tears from his face. “Even when he’s gone, he’s not.”
Cisco backup 