Before in Bobby the Happiness Core:
Just as 3 seconds passed, one of the multi-turrets noticed her.
Before she had time to react, the multi-turret shot her and she was down. She was bleeding, fast.
Chell was dying.
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GLaDOS did everything she could to save the dying Chell. She looked through her files on how to heal a human. She did everything the file told her. The bleeding had stopped, but Chell's breath was still shallow. What did I do, GLaDOS asked herself.
She bandaged Chell as much as possible. She used all of the supplies on Chell. She needed Chell. She couldn't lose her, not now, not ever. She needed Chell. She had to save her, no matter what she had to give up.
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Chell almost died, more than GLaDOS was ready to admit. But after many antagonizing hours, she finally got Chell's wound to start healing, and stop bleeding. Chell's breath was more or less to normal than it was before. Her heart beat was almost normal again.
Bobby had spent the whole time just sitting there, an empty core. He couldn't process, his "brain" couldn't and wouldn't accept, that she was about to die. He had been made for her purpose. If she was gone, he had no body to live for anymore. And worst of all, even though he was a robot, he, too, had grown feelings for Chell in the little time they had spent together. He had cared for her, even though he was supposed to be built with no feelings.
Or was he?
GLaDOS's POV Flashback
I had started to make Chell's new companion before I had decided to let her go. Bobby, I decided to name him, Bobby the... I hadn't noticed that I didn't figure out what Bobby was going to be, a core, cube, new turret. I decided on core. I was good with cores, I knew how to make them fast and easy. Now, I had to decide what he was a core for. I thought about how sad and serious Chell had always been, no one to have a laugh with; so I settled on Bobby the Happiness Core.
When I had been human, I used to love a song. The song was by Bobby McFerrin. "Don't Worry, Be Happy." I settled on making my new core as much as like McFerrin as possible. I had looked through my files on 'Bobby McFerrin'. McFerrin had been Jamaican, with dark brown eyes. He had had a deep voice, and was a very caring man. I didn't know what to do. This Bobby was a robot. Should I make a robot with built in real feelings? Is that even possible, I had thought.
Then, I saw it. The file in my system. It held the feelings of Bobby McFerrin, little catchphrases that he might have said on Happiness. Did they plan on making a Bobby core before I... killed them? I had thought. Might as well finish their work.
Chell needed someone to test with anyway.
Present (Third Person POV)
A few weeks after inflicting the wound, Chell sat up in her bed. Bobby sat next to her, cradled to her as best as he could as a core. Chell smiled. Just then, the memories of getting shot reappeared. The pain, her hurling to the ground, the burning sensation around her whole body. She remembered dropping Bobby, him rolling away from her. She remembered her stretching out to get him, letting out a weak gasp, and everything going black. Everything after that was a blur. She did know, though, that she had felt all of the blood spurting from her, all of the pain as GLaDOS worked on trying to fix her.
Chell felt the pain come straight back as she went to stand. She lied back down, her hand where the pain was radiating from. GLaDOS's voice came overhead the speakers. "Are you okay, Chell? Is there still pain? Would you like pain pills?" Chell answered the questions by speaking:
"I'm not okay. There is a lot of pain. I would love pain pills." GLaDOS got her pain pills and Chell took them. Then GLaDOS asked:
"Why speak now?"
Chell took another gulp of drink to keep the pills down. She set the empty cup down on the table beside Bobby. "I never spoke before," Chell began, "Because I always thought this place was hell. Every one of your test subjects spoke and gave you the satisfaction you wanted. I must have been the only subject you had that figured this out." Chell sighed. "I didn't want to give you the satisfaction of me speaking and complaining about testing. I hated you. You had taken me away from having a good life up above, made me live under ground with robots, cubes, cores, turrets. I had no chance of living a normal life, above ground, fresh air and human interaction. I had wanted human interaction all my life, I wanted to stop testing. I wanted someone who cared about me, at least a break from testing. I wanted food to eat, water to drink. Not be poisoned almost everyday. But you didn't give me anything I wanted. You were useless to me, a complete enemy. I hated you, no, that's to weak. I despised you GLaDOS. I didn't want anything to do with you, I wanted to leave and never hear your name again." Chell toke a deep breath. "And having a near death experience made me realize, I was lucky to still be alive. You could have killed me like all of your other subjects. And yet you didn't. I realized if I never spoke, I would never know the feeling of explaining things to people, I would never understand what you, Wheatley, Kevin the Space Core, or Craig the Fact Core, did. I wouldn't ever understand anything. I needed felt like I needed to understand. I took the first chance I had to speak." Chell lied down on her back. "And I've decided; speaking hurts. So long, it hurts. But I've never spoken before, maybe that's why." GLaDOS thought about what she said.
"I think your right," GLaDOS said. She paused. "Would you like to become a robot?"