Chapter 2 - You're Okay Part 1

Disclaimer: The characters that make up the Portal universe do not belong to me. I do not own them; although, most of the time, I wish I did. Instead, they belong to their respected owners.

Prompt: Your character wakes up in the hospital. How? Why?
Summary: She'd been warned not to get too covered in the Repulsion gel, because of its extreme disliking of the human skeleton. Too bad she didn't listen.
Warning: A bit of Chelley here and there later on.

This chapter takes place many months after Wheatley returns to Earth - read 'A Thousand Years'. Unlike last time, though, this won't be just a one-shot. It's going to be a two-shot! Probably! If I don't listen to anyone, then it will be! But, for now, I hope that you enjoy and I'll see you at the end!

Happy reading, friends!


The loud, high-pitched beep of the heart monitor was not the reason behind her awakening, nor was it the silent drip of the IV that sat suspended to the right of her bed. The dead silence of her room did its job greatly intensifying the machines' sounds; but none of those things caused her eyes to slowly peel themselves open.

It was the pain. And that was all that she could feel. The agony as she tried to flex her stiff muscles from her lying position underneath bleach-white sheets. When she moved her foot, she could not believe how fast the pain raced from the tips of her toes to the split-ends in her dark hair. For a moment, the pain became too much and the sudden wave of exhaustion was more than welcomed by her sore limbs; but her mind refused, like it always did. And when the rest of her body screamed out questions about why, her brain could only form one in response.

Where am I? That was plenty enough for her body to cooperate - at least, for now.

When her eyes opened, nearly all that she saw was white and it was downright blinding. Snapping both her eyes closed, Chell took the process of moving slower. Giving her grey-blue eyes time to adjust at their own pace, not hers; so, the next time that her eyes opened, everything was not so blurry anymore. She could see.

However, that did not mean that Chell liked what she saw.

Her grey-blue eyes widened to the size of small saucers once her vision completely cleared. And what she saw was the ceiling, in all its blinding white glory. Regardless if the lights in the rectangle-shaped room was dimmed. Her eyes darted around the room, looking at the panels that made up the floor, the walls, the ceiling; that made up everything.

Chell could not help but come to the immediate conclusion that she had, somehow, ended up back there. The white panels, and they were all surrounding her. The heavy silence of the small, single-bedded hospital room did not help her rapidly dwindling sanity much, either. It only made the probability of the situation become greater.

As she tried to push herself up into a sitting position, she did not even realize that she had rested in a bed. All the piece of furniture was, was a large block of white. The repetitive waves of discomfort as they racked every inch of her petite body was ignored, but not without a sliver of confusion - why was the adrenal vapor not working?

Abruptly, a faint whisper of noise drifted to fill her ears, and it caused Chell to freeze. Had one of the robots found her, already? She had just woken up not even-

-and then the door was thrust open, slamming against the smooth walls.

A nurse rushed in, her features twisted in a look of worry. "I'm here! I'm here!" Trying her best to stay calm, the nurse hurried over to the right side of the hospital bed. Almost immediately, the heart monitor's high-pitched beeping intensified; performing at a speed that even surprised the nurse. The bright green line peeked even higher, as if it wanted to break free. Her eyes widened; "O-Oh no, that's not good."

But Chell ignored what the older woman was saying - regardless if it was to her own self or to her, Chell. The only thing that she was focusing one was her attempts to escape; which, to be honest, were not going so well. She grunted, struggling under the surprisingly heavy weight of the female nurse.

"Honey, y-you need to-to calm down!" The nurse exclaimed, unfortunately sounding not so calm. "This isn't good for your condition!" Trying to avoid being accidentally smacked by her patient, the nurse fumbled with a medicine-filled needle after connecting it to a separate IV drip. She gripped the needle in one hand - making sure that her thumb was pressed on the top, so the painkiller would be immediately transferred, and facing away from her own body - and Chell's left arm in the other.

"Come on," the nurse growled, quickly losing the fight to keep the former test subject still. "You need to keep still!" Upon seeing the frightful look in the female's twin, grey-blue eyes, her own gaze softened. "Sweetie, I'm not going to hurt you. I'm here to help!"

Although, it did not work; Chell remained ever fighting.

The nurse frowned and placed the needle back on the nearby tray. "I didn't want to do this but," she trailed off, whilst pressing a small, red-colored square on the side of the hospital bed. And not a minute later, a second nurse ran into the room through the opened door. Recognizing the redheaded assistant, the darker-haired nurse let out a sigh of relief. "Great! Janette, you're here! H-Help me hold her down."

Nodding in a silent response, the second nurse, who was named Janette, maneuvered herself over to the other side of the room; quickly grabbing hold of Chell's other arm. Though, seeing as she was, also, flailing her legs, Janette decided to lean heavily on her lower abdomen. Her sky-blue eyes fell on the other nurse, who had grabbed the needle for a second time. "Hurry up, Mel! I can't hold her like this for long."

Straightening out Chell's wrist, the first nurse, Mel, first, shot her an apologetic look. "This might pinch a little," seeing as this only added fuel to the fire, Mel quickly added, "b-but this will take the pain away. Promise!" And with that, she thrust the needle down; quickly inserting it in the junction of her arm. Quickly, she pressed her thumb down and the medicine flowed from the needle into the vein in her elbow; being held in place by a piece of tape that was dyed an off-white.

"There," Mel sighed, the grip that she had on Chell's wrist loosening ever slightly. "She should be good now,"

Once seeing the thin needle pierce her dramatically paled skin, Chell grew panicked. Her eyes were as wide as could be and her heart beat wildly within her chest, its erratic pounding threatening to shatter her rib cage. What had they injected her with? Her mouth opened and she took a breath to speak, "Wha-" Only to fade out as a soft croak. Her throat burned painfully, but quickly lessened to a dull throb.

As did every other part of her; it was all just a soft ache.

Something smoothed out her hair, and brushed back what few bangs that had stuck to her forehead due to a thin line of sweat. Her chest rose shakily as her breathing pattern changed, becoming more even. As well as her heart beat, it no longer flared alarmingly, to which the tall machine signaled. What was happening to her?

Her eyes promptly fell closed, the bright white color of the ceiling panels being whisked away by an inky, yet comforting, black. Chell frowned, as well; why was she so tired? And then her mind reeled - she had to get out! To her sudden fear, it was becoming increasingly hard to keep her eye lids from falling. Her flailing limbs progressively slowed, to the point where she was only jerking a second or two at a time.

She swallowed; she could not fall asleep now! She had to get out of here! She had to run away to-to-

Where did she have to go?

Chell looked up, a voice reaching her ears; "It's okay. You're safe now." Dark colored eyes - maybe brown? She could not tell - met her own much lighter-colored ones. The woman - at least, she assumed it was. Was it Mel, or that other one, Janette, maybe? - offered her a calm smile.

"I'll be here when you wake up."

She shook her head in disagreement. No, she had to go. But where? Where was she supposed to go? Her head swam, the thoughts finally swimming away - to her great relief, and Chell finally closed her eyes. The inky-black immediately offering her comfort against the loud noise of the hospital's machines and the blinding brightness of the room.

And Chell inwardly smiled. She would wake up again, and when she did, then she would figure out where she was supposed to go. For now, she would rest.

The voice was nothing but a light breeze on a warm, sunny day, now. And just like anyone would towards the wind, Chell paid it near-to-no-mind.

"You're okay."

Although, a small part of Chell just did not want to believe them.


A/N: SoOoOo what'd you think? Good, yeah? Or..maybe not?

I'm sorry for the incredibly late update of this story! But before you throw anything at me, let me explain! I was staying in New Jersey with my grandmother for a little while, and when I came back the other day, I went to visit a college over in Virginia Beach. So, long story short - I've been a little busy. Sorry!

Also, I would like to thank every single person who either reviewed, added this story to their favorites, or chose to follow. Or, possibly, did all three! I can't tell you how much I appreciate it - except, maybe, say A LOT! Thanks a whole bunch! :D

EDIT: Hey - don't worry, I just fixed a few sentences and added a little thing at the end. No big changes.

So, until next time,

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