That night, Wheatley heard murmurs coming from Chell's room. "Aw, she's sleep talking." He smiled and put his head back on the quilted pillow on the couch.
"SLEEP TALKING." He opened his eyes and exclaimed in a whisper-yell. He Squinted his eyes, scratched his head, and slid drowsily off of the couch, and hobbled over to open Chell's door. The streetlight glow cascaded from in between the blinds, down onto her face. Yes, she was indeed sleeptalking.
"No… Gem… She's no gem…" She furrowed her brow and huffed.
"What a voice," Wheatley whispered to himself. He decided to let her sleep. He walked out, closing the door behind him. But in the second he let go of the doorknob, she began to talk again. So he sat back against her door and listened closely to her words. He couldn't make out everything through the door, but there were a few words that he heard more than once, and quite clearly. Every few minutes she'd raise her voice. She'd say the same few words when this happened. "Reflect… Buzzer, art. Reflect. Docking… Station. Vegetables. Flippin'… Vegetables!" Her voice rose significantly, and Wheatley heard soft and uneven breaths, as if she was weeping. He opened her door and crawled on his hands and knees to her bedside. He put his elbows on the mattress and rested his head on one hand. He placed the other on her shoulder. His face was so close to hers, he could feel her breath. After he patted her shoulder a few times, her eyes shot open. She almost screamed, but instead hugged Wheatley around the neck and whimpered. He hugged her back. When she let go, he stood up and smiled sympathetically.
"Will you be alright, Luv?" She nodded and closed her eyes. He walked out to the couch, this time leaving her door open.
He was awake just long enough to hear her mumble "Apple…"
Short chapter, but more on the way! Love you guys 3