Being a human was strange indeed. Being human meant feeling strange compulsions, emotions and pain previously foreign to Wheatley. There were so many things he just didn't get. Chell understood perfectly. Being a machine his whole life, making the switch to being human was probably the most confusing thing in the world for him. She had expected him to have some childish impulses, such as being afraid of the dark or having ridiculous nightmares. But this was a bit over the top.

"Chell... Chell... Wake up... Chell...!" Wheatley called in a hushed tone. Chell grunted in annoyance, waving him off. Wheatley shook her in bed, hoping to rouse her.

"Go away, Wheatley.. I'm trying to sleep." Chell said.

"No no, I need your help! Really!" Wheatley cried desperately. "I think there's something the matter with me!". Chell rolled over and looked up at him expectantly. The brunette searched his memory, looking for the right words.

"Well... I... I'm leaking." He said. Chell cocked her head in confusion. Wheatley shuffled away from her. "Come here." he ordered. Reluctantly, the girl got out of bed and trudged into Wheatley's room. Once there, the brunette pointed across the room. Darkness flooded the space, making it impossible to see. Chell switched on the light and gasped in shock.

As light swallowed the room, a wet spot in the middle of Wheatley's bed presented itself. She looked back at him in horror, only then realizing the fact that his pants were soaked.

"Wheatley... you DID this!?" Chell yelped, hysteria infiltrating her voice. The Brit stepped back anxiously.

"Y-yes... Was that.. not supposed to happen?" He asked nervously. Chell shook her head. "Am I going to D-D-DIE!?" he cried. Chell sighed, shaking her head again. "Oh... So... I'm just not supposed to do it then...?" He asked. Chell nodded. Wheatley went red in the face, shame filling up his eyes.

"Sorry... I wasn't trying to do it." He defended. Chell put her hand on his shoulder.

"I know, I know. Just... Don't do it again, okay?" She demanded. He slowly nodded, unsure if he'd be able to do just that. "Now come on. Let's throw these sheets in the wash.".