Chell couldn't sleep. She kept hearing Wheatley make awful noises, first cries, moans, and now it sounded like somebody was beating him.

But every time she checked, he was fast asleep.

Chell sat up in bed. Again she heard him cry. She decided to grab a chair and watch him.

Even if it was a little creepy Chell had watched suicidal people before, at the last inpatient mental hospital she'd worked at.

She took a chair and walked to the room. She opened the door quietly and brought the chair inside.

She sat by the door, silent.

It only took a few minutes before he started up again, tossing and turning, howling and crying.

"Don't-! Don't hurt her-!" He slurred.

Chell was perplexed. Who was he talking about?

"She's.. my.. only friend.."

Wheatley started kicking again. Shaking his head. "No... mmph-"

Tears ran down his cheeks as he suffered in his sleep.

Chell walked to the bedside. She gently rubbed the side of his face. He curled into her touch. She rubbed down his arm, and kept on. It was a trick she used to use on kids.

"Shhh... shhh... you're safe, little one." She whispered.

He seemed to calm down, his legs relaxing. She saw his tears begin to slow, as he cuddled closer to his tiger.

"... safe..."

Chell thought she knew who he was dreaming about.

Chell decided she wasn't going to leave the room for the rest of the night.