"WH...L..Y!" What? Who is that? Is that...Chell? Did she find me? What happened?!
What? My vision! What's happening?!
Wheatley's eyes started to blurr up and open...
He was on hospital bed, Chell, GLaDOS, and a few robotic arms that were placing tissue and bandages on him were surrounding him. Oh yeah, the infirmary...
"WHEATLEY!" Chell screamed, and he looked in her direction. "WHY?! YOU CAN'T CONTINUE LIKE THIS! I-I WANT YOU TO STAY ALIVE!" She took a bit of big breaths after that breakdown. Tears were flowing madly.
GLaDOS made the mechanical arms give her a cold hand rag to wipe her sweat off with.
"I've decided your punishment...once you heal" She looked over to Chell, "We are going to put you back into your old body..."
"Wha-?! You CAN'T!" He screached. He wanted to stay with Chell!
Chell was shocked, that was a little too much for her. She wanted Wheatley to be able to hug her and tell her everything was alright. To feel the warmth of the skin that was on the man embracing her. She wanted him here. With her.
"...Y-You...YOU CAN'T!" Chell's voice was cracked, she wanted Wheatley badly to stay with her. She'd fight GLaDOS if she had to... "I want him HERE...Just put him in a cage or something...or have a security system or...SOMETHING!"
GLaDOS's eyes were soft but strict. A sigh emmitted from GLaDOS. She had to think of what to do with this moron again. She certainly didn't want Chell bothering her, but...
"I'll..." GLaDOS's eyes jolted around, thinking deeply. "...Think about it..." She started heading towards the door. "I'll leave the bots' here to look after you two. I don't want him alone but I DEFINANTLY don't want him hurting YOU!"
Atlas and P-Body entered the room and waved at Chell, she slightly waved back. Chell gave a tiny smile towards them that vanished when she looked at Wheatley.
Wheatley looked into her eyes ad almost felt as if he could cry. He bit his lip and started to speak but was stopped once again with a smack. This time it hurt worse. Wheatley felt a warm liquid running down his cheek, it was bleeding this time. He rubbed his cheek and looked down at his hand. The index and middle finger were covered with blood.
Chell didn't seem to care that he was bleeding, she was too frustrated at the moment to even care. "You have lost almost ALL my trust...but...somehow, you seem to be able to hold onto my heart. I still love you...I don't know why much anymore...but I do..."
"Chell...I'm so-"
"I DON'T NEED YOUR APOLOGIES ANYMORE!" She screamed at the top of her lungs. "All you do is HURT THE ONES AROUND YOU! The ones you...love..."
Wheatley reached out for Chell's hand the I.V. cord still connected. The cord that was giving him more AB positive blood so he wouldn't die from blood loss was hanging off though. He didn't dare say anything more because he didn't want her to get into another lecture. He sat up and wrapped his arms around her, tears started flowing. He sobbed, the I.V. cord slipped out of his mid-section of his arm. The blood cord slipped out as well. The fluids running on the bed. He didn't care anyway.
He grasped Chell's back and hugged tighter. Why did this have to happen to him?! Why did he have so much bad luck?! Why...
"...Why..."