Wheatley awoke to his own screaming. Chell fell off the couch, startled.
Wheatley looked around hastily and couldn't stop himself from crying.
"What happened..?" Chell asked.
He wanted to say- But GLaDOS's warning...
So naturally the coward did what he did best. He jumped to his feet, and ran out of the relaxation chamber.
It took Chell a moment to get her bearings and follow him.
He'd just started screaming all of a sudden and then he ran. Another nightmare?
She looked both ways up and down the hallway. No sight of him. Damn he was fast.
She heard hushed crying in one of the cubicles though. She peeked in, finding Wheatley emptying the cubicle fridge.
He cried around the fork in his mouth. She made a movement as though she was going to enter, but drew back.
She'd leave him alone for now.
She didn't know how to comfort him.
She knew how to fix a wound, how to stitch up a cut, but in the presence of a wound that isn't visible? She lacked the skills to help him.
With a darting glance behind her, she reentered the chamber and went back to sleep.