It was a very bad time for Wall•E.
It all happened so fast, by the time he could collect his thoughts it was already over.
Wall•E didn't know what to do. He tried shaking her, calling her name, anything he though would wake her up.
When those failed, he tried a different tactic. He took her up to the top of his truck.
Constantly checking the position of the sun, he carefully positioned her on top of the truck. Then, checking the sun one last time, he rolled back.
To this day he still didn't know how she worked. It was beyond his knowledge, so he went with his instinct. His life was maintained by the sun, maybe that burning ball in the sky held the answer.
For days he waited. For a sound, a voice, a sign, something.
A sandstorm blew up, and he protected her with a garbage bin, while he sat outside and took it full force.
A thunderstorm blew up, and he fetched an umbrella to keep her dry. He was soaked from the rain and it pained his insides when water made its way through the cracks in his body. Not once did he remove the umbrella to shield himself.
He never left her side for an instant.
Then when the ship came at the end of the week, Wall•E finally rested. At this point he knew she was going home. With luck she would be fixed.
She would be able to do everything again. Able to feel, able to laugh, able to fly… able to smile. He wished for nothing else in the world but her well-being.
His job was done. He began to wait anxiously for her safe return.