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Its so dark, and she can't breath. She can't fucking breath and it feels like water is filling her lungs, it feels like someone's trying to drown he-

"(Y/N)?" She jerks awake, and takes in her surroundings. Rapture. She hates it here, something about being surrounded with water just makes her anxious. "(Y/N)? Are you okay?"

Its Booker who shook her awake, and she manages to swallow thickly and nod. "Yeah, I'm fine, I think. I didn't wake up Sally, did I?" His expression softened slightly and he assured her that the little girl was still sound asleep. "Sorry I just had a nightmare."

"Yeah," he grunted. They were having this discussion again, weren't they? She didn't want to argue with him, not again. "Sounded bad. And you fell asleep at you're desk again."

She scoffed. Like he didn't fall asleep over work and a bottle of liquor far more than she did. She bit her lip to keep from saying anything aloud to her partner and took a deep breath in. "Yep, looks like I did, well then I'll be going to bed now." (Y/N) stood up from the desk, and intended to walk right past him to the other room, but he caught her wrist.

They both stood there looking at each other before he decided to speak up. "You're not sleeping well."

"No, and at he moment I'm not sleeping at all, am I?" She's quieter than he is, mostly because she's aware of the little girl sleeping in the next room. At least he doesn't seem to be drunk, or she'd have cut off this conversation already.

"Your nightmares are getting worse, aren't they?" She turns away simply because he's right. Yes, she wakes up more often lately struggling for breath and sometimes screaming. Something about Rapture just...makes it all worse. Why does there have to be so much water above her head?

And yes, she knows he has nightmares too, its no secret between them. But it isn't quite the same, is it? "I'm fine" (Y/N) replies sternly. "I don't need your help, I can handle my own problems." She's being overly stubborn, maybe. She'd rather not think about it too much.

He lets go of her wrist and she just stands there, for a minute remembering he nightmare and tears begin to come to her eyes. Why dies it have to be like this, so often? She moves to hug him, and cry into his shirt because she knows Booker won't mind...he never does.

"I-I'm sorry," she sniffles. "Yes, they're getting worse but I can't leave here, can I? There's no way out." (Y/N) is vaguely aware of him slowly rubbing her back, and making calming sounds, the way he does with Sally when she gets upset.

"No need to be sorry," he huffs. "There's never any need to be sorry yet you always apologize. I'll do my best to get you out of here, okay?" She sniffles again in response. "We'll save up, bribe our way out of here, okay? You, me and Sally."

It never happens, but the sentiment is a nice one.