Violet looked concerned, lifting up her head again to watch him. “That’s um… That’s unfortunate?” Again, she blushed at how stupid that sounded. “Do you need a hug? I’m not very good at them but I’ve heard they make people feel better.”
“Yeah, kind of.” he looked at her from the corner of his eye, not wanting to turn his head and give himself more of a headache. “I’m not too great with hugs, either. Unless I’m really, really sad. or someone else is. Yeah.” He sat there awkwardly staring at the bottles that sat behind the bar.
“I know that you tried” Muttered at her laptop again and sighed but smiled a bit “Yes, I guess it’s not good, I’ll try not to be anymore” Says and looked at him, knowing that he was starting to sleep a bit, smiled, he needed that, at least a bit.
“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.
Violet chewed on her lower lip and turned back to the soda she had been sipping on for the past 3 hours. “So, um… Rough Day?” she said just as awkwardly, blushing and staring straight ahead.
“Uh, yeah. Mishap at the lab, got myself some stitches and a concussion. I probably shouldn’t be drinking this.” He said, taking another drink. “Oops. Oh well, I’m sure this will numb the pain and vertigo if anything else. And hey, maybe I won’t have nightmares tonight.” He rambled, thinking he was saying these things internally.
Violet looked up, recognizing the voice. “Sorry,” she said softly, knowing that his rough day was because of her.
Cisco turned his head toward the girl, vaguely recognizing the voice. “Oh hey, Violet!” He said awkwardly, taking a sip from his beer and silently drumming his fingers on the frosty glass.
“I know it’s not a dream, it’s a memory but you need to see that as a dream, like is not real and nothing happened because you are alive, I’m sorry, I don’t know how that feels but…if you want to talk to someone, you know I’m always here” Says with a small smile “Well, thanks, besides, not going to be depressing all the time, don’t you think?”
Cisco closed his eyes and tried to keep his frustrations to a minimum. “I’ve tried, Caitlin. Trust me.” His eyelids felt heavy as he started to relax on the not-so-comfortable bed. “Being depressing is ne’er good, Cait.” His words slurred as he began to slip into sleep.
“You need to try and sleep more, is not good for you, Cisco” Says looking at him “Maybe we can find a way to help you to sleep and don’t remember that dream, you need to remember that he’s gone and he’s not coming back” Crossed her arms “I know and I’m trying, besides, now I’ll be able to help more”
“It’s not a dream, and I can’t forget it, no matter how hard I try. I’ve tried, Cait. I realize Thawne is gone for good, but I still can’t shake the memory. Or this feeling either.” Cisco sighed, laying back on the bed once more. “I’m glad you’re still you, Cait. I really do. I’ve missed that smile of yours.”
Violet had, in all seriousness, been at the bar that Cisco had pointed her to for the entire day. Granted, she hadn’t started drinking alcohol yet because alcohol dulled her senses which was the last thing she needed with her back to the door. She was paranoid for good reason. Her burner phone buzzed and she jumped, still not used to the idea of having people to text. She responded to Cisco and drummed her fingertips on the bar.
Ever since he found that the girl he had met earlier in the week was his sister. He had a sister. Like, WHAT? He acted cool about it, but he was completely freaking out. Of all the things to be thrown at him in his 26 years, this was by far the most out of the blue. He decided to go for a walk earlier in the day, and he just so happened to be walking toward the direction of his usual bar. It was just one of those days. He opened the door and a bell chimed, causing him to look up where the bell swung on a little string. He tore his eyes away and walked toward the bar and ordered a beer after debating between that, a bloody mary, or scotch. He figured he could always have those later. He sat at the bar next to someone, unaware of who since the girl’s face was covered by her hair. “Wow, rough day, am I right?” He sighed.
Cisco backup 