By the time we got back to my house, we were dripping wet. I breathed a sigh of relief as I looked down at the unconscious child. I already had a pretty good idea who this was- GLaDOS. How she was human was beyond me, and I was in no state to puzzle it out right now either. Besides, it was getting pretty uncomfortable here, what with the warm rainwater dripping down my leg-

Rainwater wasn't warm.

I looked down, my breath catching in my throat as it clenched painfully. "Oh god..." Her leg was broken. There was bone sticking out of it, and blood dripped down from it steadily...

I would be lying if I said I didn't go into full blown panic mode then.

How long had she been running? How long had she had an OPEN WOUND on her leg? How had she broken it in the first place?

"Dammit!" I swore aloud. Gently, I placed her on the couch. I found my first aid kit in the kitchen... But still had no idea how to treat a broken bone. No one was awake at this hour. And oh-so-conveniently, practically the only thing this town hadn't rebuilt was a goddamn hospital. I groaned. Pretty much the only thing to do now was wait until morning for the local doctor to open.

Wait while her life bled onto my couch.

Wait... Why did I care this much anyway? Why did I give a crap whether she lived or died? She certainly never did about me. Still... Not like I could let her die.

Again.

For real.

While I was sitting in the kitchen, giving myself a headache thinking about ethics, I heard a soft, barely audible moan. I looked into the living room to see her tossing (or trying to) on the couch, quietly whimpering.

'What the what?' I thought as I stared. Then the ethics fight began. Again. Ow. {Go help her!} There went my angel. {It looks like she's having a nightmare. Go calm her down!}

#Feh. Why should you care about the little bitch?#

And there's my devil. Dammit, this has to be a Monday. Has to be.

# She's getting what she deserves. #

{No. No one deserves to be left alone. You don't need anything more on your conscience.}

Sigh. Much as I hate to admit it, it's probably right. Commencing awkward moment in three... two...

"Hey... Hey, hey, it's okay... You're gonna be okay..." I murmured softly, gently rubbing little circles into her back. I could feel her trembling under my hand. "It's just a bad dream... It'll go away..."

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Pain.

All I could feel was the shooting pain in my leg and the throbbing of my heart in my ribcage. I had been limping this way for a day, at least. Running away from the only home I ever had, from MY FACILITY. That damn core... After I had been brought back to power by the tes- Chell, all had went well for a couple of years. Then, since fate has the worst freaking sense of humor, something else just had to go wrong, didn't it?

That corrupted core- the one that spews completely false (but mostly amusing) facts- had apparently gotten some ideas from that moron, and guess what?

Overthrows me.

Again.

But worse still? He didn't put me into a potato this time, oh no, he puts me into this goddamned HUMAN CHILD'S body. So here I am, running/limping through a field. At least I can see a town over there... But it's getting harder to move... How much blood did I lose...?

I trip. 'Lying in grass is nice...' I thought. 'Not so when it's pouring rain and you're slowly dying.' I think I can see a person running towards me... Why?

Wait... Oh my god. Chell?

~Chell? CHELL! Chell, Chell, ChellChellChell help me save me don'tletmediepleasepleaseI'msorrysosorryCHELL! CHELL? HELP ME!~

Some part of me I gained when taking on this... transformation was screaming out, overloading all else I may have been thinking about at the moment with the same inane message... And I was starting to join in.

'Oh gods, Chell, don't let me die... Please...' She was bending over me... I could feel her hands on top of me... 'h-help me...'

I let myself fall.

[(O)]

Wh- what...

"Fact: This next test is very dangerous."

I know, dammit. I designed it... I think?

"Fact: There is a 85% chance you will die on this test. Have fun."

Wait...!

He cut out on me. I hate him. Dumb core. I should have killed him when I got the chance. Oh well, might as well start this next test.

Ow. My cut's hurting again.

Aerial Faith Plates? But... But I don't have any Long Fall Boots! How...

I am not going to cry. I'm not going to give him the satisfaction. I'm not going to let that disgusting human emotion get- get to m-me...

*sniffle* Testing's no fun when you're the testee...

Hmph! Stupid cube! Rgh... Here, have a Faith Plate ride... Huh?

AAAAAAAAAAAA! Nononononononononono- OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW! MY LEGMYLEGOHMYGODISTHATBONEOWWWW!

"Oh my. It seems you made a little mistake. You do realize flying toward a panel at high speeds- without Long Fall Boots- have killed more than 50% of test subjects." He deadpanned. "Have fun bleeding to death."

He-he cut out on me again...

Am I gonna die?

I don't wanna die... I thought I was gonna live forever...

I want my mom. I don't have one. I'm an AI. Why do I want one anyway? This makes no sense.

... I want Chell.

Chell? Chell? Please come back. I need you. I'm sorry. Please... Please come...

I- I miss you...

Chell?

CHELL!

CHELL!

C-Chell...?

I-I-I-

I'm going to die...

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I was alarmed when GLaDOS started thrashing even more.

"Shhh... Shhh... It's okay..." I said, trying hopelessly to calm her down.

"C-Chell..." she whimpered."Come... back... help me... Chell... please..."

My gut wrenched at her words. 'She wants me? But I'm right here!'

{She doesn't know that.}

"I-I'm right here, sweetie-" (Where did THAT come from?) "I'm here." She shuddered again, but seemed to calm slightly at my words. "Shhh..."

It looked like a long night.

If I make a core: [(O)], it means the person whose POV I'm writing from is dreaming. GLaDOS's dream was a minor flashback. Just so you know.