Minutes got sewn into hours, of just laying there. I could still hear the hum of Wheatley, but an itch in my brain told me that he was just on sleep mode. I should've been in a deep sleep by now too, but I can't help but let my mind wander. Wheatley was warm, and he soothed my lower abdomen where he was pressed next to.
Listening to Wheatleys hum made the whole cutting my self problem drift away. I gave a deep breath into the recycled air, finally soothing into a dream.
All I remember was waking up to his voice.
"Luv? Jer... Jeremy!!"
My eyes drooped open, sticky with tears. I blinked at the now upright sphere staring at me.
"Alright luv, you obviously are not okay, please tell me what's wrong." His voice was rushed, but full of sincerity.
"I... I don't know. I don't know what happened." I spoke, my voice raspy with smoke of going non verbal for a certain amount of time.
"Right. Uhm brain damage probably. But you were screaming in your sleep." He nodded at the end, he tended to do that a lot to try to get me to agree with him.
"Well not really screaming-"
"Wheatley, I really don't know what happened." I quietly snapped.
"Well that's certainly a problem." His eye darted around the room, seemingly trying to figure out what to say.
"Wheatley, I just- need a moment." I sprung up, walking to the built in bathroom I asked GLaDOS to make.
I smothered my face in water, thinking it would help. I tuned out Wheatleys ramblings, though knowing he was there made me feel safe. Like I was home... With him.
Safe.
With
Ludwig...
"So what's this whole dream thing? I know it was a dream. I could feel you moving. It's what woke me up actually haha. Uhm, not actually. If that makes you feel any better." I could hear his robotic shuffling. Every tic felt like a layer of stress off of my shoulders.
My toes lightly made a sticky tap on the hard ground of the bedroom. I bounced on the bed when I sat down, which lanched Wheatley into the air. He gave a quick "Woah!" before he was curled into my arms once again.
"So, care to tell me what's wrong this time?" Wheatleys lower lens rose to show he was doing some sort of smile.
