Chell managed to make it to another relaxation room. It seemed the entire wall was just for relaxation chambers. They were all like little apartments, Aperture truly was an underground city.

Chell pushed the chair into the room, and helped him into the bed.

Wheatley had never been in a bed before. The soft memory foam beneath him feeling comfy and safe... but...

He seemed a little apprehensive, afraid to lie down. His expression was worried, debating.

"She's not here." Chell consoled.

"She has eyes e v e r y w h e r e." He whispered.

Chell sighed , shaking her head. "Wheatley- I swear there is nothing to worry about. She won't get you, yes she sees us but she also sees me and how I'M allowing it. " She offered.

Wheatley lifted his optic and looked at her, a nervous expression on his features.

He gulped.

"Okay." His voice was quiet and airy, a wisty

quality that felt empty and tired.

He nestled himself under the blanket. Soft.. it was so soft.

Never before had he felt so- He couldn't figure out a word. He thought momentarily. Ah yes, tranquil.

He wrapped his arms around the pillow, for once having a sense of stability. This was the most wonderful thing he'd ever felt! Or perhaps he was being over the top...

He preferred eating, and if given the choice he new he'd rather have food than a bed. Even an amazing bed like this one.

Wheatley sat up, rubbing the back of his neck. He found his words eventually though.

"Thank you so much." He gratefully murmured.

"For what?"

"This- The bed- It's lovely."

Chell smiled at him wearily. The poor thing probably hadn't ever been in a bed before.

Wheatley yawned, optic shutter drooping.

"I'll let you rest, I'll be close by if you need me." She laid down on the couch.

Wheatley sunk down, his exhaustion catching up with him.

"Thank you, Lady." He said as he fell asleep.

"Chell. Call me Chell."

{Authors Note:} Sorry for the short chapter! Big things next one though!