Title: The Nightmare
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Heine, Badou
Warning: language
Genre: humour
Word count: 347
Summary: Badou has a horrible nightmare. But Heine regrets his attempts to comfort Badou when he finds out just what the nightmare was about.
Disclaimer: I don't own DOGS: Bullets & Carnage and make no money from writing this.
A scream woke Heine up. He almost instinctively grabbed his guns and listened. The scream repeated, and Heine understood that it came from the other room. What the hell was that idiot Badou doing in the middle of the night? Heine went to check just in case.
He pushed the door open just a crack and cautiously peered into Badou's room. There was no attack or intrusion, just Badou tossing and turning in his bed, and murmuring stuff like: 'No, please, don't!'
Heine frowned. He was not Florence Nightingale, but Badou was obviously having a pretty bad nightmare. And Heine was no stranger to nightmares. He couldn't just leave Badou like that. Besides, if Badou started screaming again, Heine would not get any sleep.
Heine walked up to Badou's bed and firmly shook the man by the shoulder. Badou almost jumped from the bed and grabbed Heine's hand, wearing an expression of wide-eyed horror.
'That's not true, right?' he asked.
Heine, as gently as possible under the circumstances, pulled his hand out of Badou's clammy grip and replied: 'It was just a dream.'
Badou sighed: 'Dude, that was horrible. But that sort of shit would not happen in real life, right?'
Heine tried to sound reassuring, which was not something that came naturally to him: 'None of that was real. Now go back to sleep, idiot.'
Badou nodded: 'Yeah, you're right. There is no way cigarettes could really be banned.'
'What?' Heine asked, narrowing his gaze.
'I mean, seriously, no smokes, ever? Like hell that could happen,' Badou continued.
'You mean you dreamt about not getting cigarettes?' Heine asked in a dangerous tone.
'Fuck, that was the worst nightmare ever!' Badou replied obliviously. And in the next moment got punched in the face.
'Ouch, Heine! What was that for, you bastard?' Badou complained.
'If I hear just one more sound from your room, I'll make sure you'll never be able to smoke again. Because I'll rip your lungs out,' growled Heine and marched out of the room. He really should have known better than worry about the eyepatched moron.