AN/ ... just like say I hope you had an amazing Christmas and a great New Year. Happy 2013, everyone. :)

Chapter 12 - The Results

Chell POV - We traveled for about an hour along winding country roads before entering a town. It was a nice little town with old victorian-style buildings. In fact, it was more like a village than a town. We passed several 'For Sale' signs outside houses, and eventually came to the outskirts on the other side of this village. A few more minutes down the road and we arrived at a big hospital. The car park was overflowing with vehicles and people trying to get to the hospital entrance. This must be the only hospital within at least a 10 mile radius. The old woman drove around the car park aimlessly, passing quite a few empty parking spaces. I was started to wonder if she was ever going to stop the car when we were made to stop. An ambulance pulled out of a tiny, invisible road just in front of us, that must have lead around to the back of the hospital. However, the little old woman, who it was very apparent was not quite mentally present, didn't even take her foot off the accelerator. It seemed, as we approached the ambulance, which was completely oblivious to our rapid approach, everything happened in slow motion. The front of the car hit the ambulance first, and as i watched, the force of the impact smashed the windscreen. A thousand little pieces of glass flew in all directions, some imbedding themselves in the old lady's flesh. Some of the pieced flew towards me, put i didn't feel the impact. It was only apparent that i had been hit when little dots started to appear in my vision. Slowly i reached up and touched my head. It felt warm, wet. I looked at my fingers. They were red with blood. The dots increased, filling up my full vision, and then engulfed me completely, blocking me from the outside world. And a horrified, clueless Wheatley.

Wheatley POV - She was bleeding. And i couldn't stop it. I had ripped off my shirt and pressed the fabric on the cut on her forehead, desperate for her to stop bleeding. After all she'd been through, after all we'd been through...she couldn't leave me now. Of course, I had no idea how bad the injury was, so I just assumed the bad. Best to be prepared for the worse. A few bits of glass were stuck in my forearm, but I really didn't care. They could take up a constant residence in there, for all I cared, as long as Chell was safe. Why did she have to move Tammy to the window seat? If she had just stayed there, this wouldn't of happened to her. But then it would have happened to Tammy. I instantly regretted valuing Chell over Tammy. After all, what right did I have to do that? They were both equal soles. Both lives. By now, there were people rushing towards us to help. They were all wearing either white or blue, which I found odd. Did they not have they're own clothes to wear or something? They were trying to get me out of this...car...thing...but I wasn't going anywhere without Chell.

Chell POV - Pressure on my head alerted me to my injury. The sterile smell of hospital reached my nose, and I was instantly reminded of the place from which I had escaped. I bolted upright, expecting to see an evil yellow optic above me. But there wasn't.

"Calm," Wheatley whispered in my ear. And somehow I did.

"I thought..." I panted. "I thought-"

"I know, luv. It reminded me of that too."

"But I thought I was..."

"But you're not. Nobody here is going to try to kill you. I can't say they won't hurt you though. At least thats what HE says," He said the last part angrily, looking pointedly to a doctor in the corner of the white, sterile room. He was short, but skinny, and wore round glasses which fitted well with his round, child-like face. Sunlight bounced off his shiny, bald head, distracting me from reality. But only for a second.

"What happened?" I asked, referring to my injury.

"You were in a car accident," the doctor responded, obviously misunderstanding my question.

"No, I know that. I mean, what happened to my head?"

"A large piece of glass entered it. You were hit pretty hard, which is why you were rendered unconscious."

"Oh," was all I could manage to say.

"Don't you want to know what happened to your aunt?" The doctor asked, after I was silent for a few minutes.

"My aunt?" I asked, confused. When the doctor gave me a strange look, I added, "You mean the old lady that was driving the car?"

"Yes."

"She's not my aunt."

"Oh. Its just, we took samples of both your blood and the molecular structure of your DNA was very very similar. And you have similar features. She's not your mother, because your molecular structure was not quite THAT similar, but she is definitely related to you in some way."

"You mean...?"

"You are related to the other woman. I would have thought you were aware, since you were together. I might be wrong but its almost impossible for you not to be related, considering the scientific evidence." I didn't respond. All I did was stare open mouthed at this man. My aunt? I had no family. I was an orphan. My parents abandoned me. How could I have an aunt? This wasn't happening. It couldn't be. I had no family.

"Thank you Doctor," Wheatley said, interrupting my train of thought. He sounded frustrated. Angry even.

"Oh," the Doctor muttered. "I'll be leaving you then." And he turned and left the room.

"An aunt," I stammered, still not quite able to understand.

"What's an aunt?" Wheatley asked, suddenly back to his normal, clueless self.

"Its the sister of your mother or father," I told him.

"Oh." He seemed just as overwhelmed as I was. "But you can't have an aunt. You have no parents."

"I know, Wheatley. But why would the Doctor lie? I've never met him before now. He doesn't even know me. And if he's not lying, then he had either made a very large mistake, which is unlikely, or is telling the truth."

"What are we going to do?" Wheatley asked. For some irrational reason, I liked that he said 'we'. It meant that he wasn't planning on leaving any time soon. Not that he had anywhere to go.

"I guess we just assume that it's true. We should talk to the old woman first though, see if she had a sister and if so, if that sister ever abandoned a child. Then we will know the truth. But for now, we should just assume its true. There is no other explanation."

Wheatley looked thoughtful, when my gaze met his eyes again. But he didn't seem to be thinking about my 'aunt'.

"Wheatley?" I asked, worried. "Wheatley, are you ok?"

"I was just thinking..." he began.

"Well, thats rare," I said jokingly, trying to lighten the mood.

"Ha ha," he said sarcastically. "Anyway, i was just thinking about how similar this place is to...to...That Place. They're both white and sterile, both cause pain, and both are scary."

"One big difference though," I said trying to change the subject. It had already scared my once today. "This place won't kill us."

"I guess they wouldn't mean to if they did," he mumbled. "What is this place anyway? All they told me were that the people in white were called Doctors, and the rest of the staff were Nurses, and that they would help you to recover."

"Its a hospital," I said, matter-of-factly.

"A hospi-what?"

"A hospital. This is where humans go if they're really sick or injured. Its sort of like a repair center or something. They make people better. If they can that is." He looked worried when i said this, so i quickly added on, "and 99% of the time they can" to reassure him. Wheatley's beautiful new features relaxed at this information. All of a sudden, i felt like I have never seen him before, or met him. This was a new Wheatley. Same, but new. And he was perfect.