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1/017: And if I lay her down to sleep; I look to science, her soul to keep.

[Wheatley is lounging about in GLaDOS's room, doing his best to try to keep ~~the psychotic woman from murdering all of you~~ her relaxed. As time consuming as a job like that is, he finds himself to be incredibly... well, lonely. Especially when your only company can barely keep a conversation with you because of the voices tormenting her mind. His voice sounds absolutely exhausted and out of breath. This guy hasn't slept in days...]

D-do you want to know what's really difficult?
Making friends.
And-and I don't mean those fair weather types you humans keep talking about. Wh-what are they called again? Acquaintances? Right right, that's it.

...I mean... well, actual friends. Don't know how you humans can have so many.

And...

[Give him a moment as he slowly inhales, to try to get a train of thought going. All he could think about was sleep...]

Would any of you know any... uh, suggestions... for helping people... wh-who might hear voices in their heads? Maybe? A friend of mine can't sleep and she's...she's... really, really having a hard time here.

GLaDOS:

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[He's sitting on the bed, raising his head to see her laying beside him. The man looks like death. His sunken eyes having a permanent purple tinted circle around them and he hadn't bothered to brush his hair in days. You're killing him, GLaDOS.]

I... I'm going to ask anyone... if maybe there's a way to help you.

Chell:

Uh... love? Love are you busy?
I could-could use your help here.
I-I don't suppose you've ever done any care taking?

CC:
Okay... I've thought about it! Long and hard! L-Let's make a deal.
You...stay away from me.

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[ GLaDOS was laying on her side, facing him, watching him through her own tired eyes. She looked equally as exhausted, if not more, pushing herself up to sit up and lean towards him, brushing some of his messy hair back.

Although his words... made her pause. She seemed a bit anxious all of a sudden, hands trembling. ]

... Why? I'm- I'll be fine. Don't tell them. They'll think- they'll think I'm unstable. [ she said, stilted. She was having trouble formulating sentences, having trouble coming up with coherent thoughts. ] They'll think I'm crazy. Which I'm not.

Why?

I-I... don't worry.
I won't tell anyone your name or anything, love. You'll be completely anonymous.

[He slouches a little to make it easier to brush his hair back. It was the slightest bit of relief for these volatile times.]

W-we... we can give it a try. W-won't hurt.

BE.CAUSE.
You know why.

Do I?

[ She lets out a little sigh before forcing herself to lean forward enough to push him onto his back, snuggling into him. ]

... Mm. But promise you'll sleep. [ she let out, distractedly. She didn't really want him to- she wanted him to continue keeping her company, considering he was partly the reason why she was so calm at the moment, but as long as he was with her... She would roll on her side, finding that the easiest position to continue stroking his hair. ] At least a little while.

B-but... but then what will you do? You'll be up and about... all alone.

[At the end, his words trailed into barely a sound at all. He wished she hadn't pushed him down, as pleasant as the head strokes were... He didn't even have the strength (or desire) to push himself back into a seated position. He had to stay awake for her... but he could fall asleep right there.]

W-wait... D-do you?

...

[ She continued to stroke his hair, her other hand pressing into her temple slightly until she felt a bit more alert from the added jolt of pain. ]

I'll be fine. I'll stay here with you... [ she reassured him- and really, without the energy to do so, she was lazy enough to just cuddle into him the entire time. ] You don't have to stay awake with me.

[ Although she really, really appreciated the sentiment. No matter how temperamental she got, in her exhaustion. ]

I... okay... m-maybe a few hours wouldn't... wouldn't hurt.

[He yawned, and wrapped an arm over her shoulder to make it easier for her to 'rest', or as close as she could get. He was already drifting off...]

B-but you know! If-if it get's too much to bear, you can just wake me up. Give me a little shake, And...

...andd...

[He was trying hard to think... this was taking all of his effort...]

I'llllllll try to help.

[ She gave him a small nod, cuddling close to him, an arm wrapping around his torso, rubbing his back gently. ]

... Okay. [ she said, tiredly, pressing her lips to his chin. ] Sleep well.

[ Almost as if she wanted to live through him as he slept. She wished they were in reversed places, selfishly, before telling herself she didn't want him to feel like this. ]

...

[He gave her a nervous smile, and brought his other hand to cover her ear that was facing outward]

I...

[He can't say 'you too'.]

Al-alright...

[A yawn]

I'll... wake up... soon as I can...

[And before she could even respond, he was already sleeping...]

[ Her hand continued to rub at his back, absentmindedly, as he fell asleep. The hand over her ear was comforting, in some odd way, and she kept her eyes on him- she couldn't for the life of her fall asleep, so watching him in such a state was both nice and inspired some sort of envy.

She would lean forward to nuzzle into his face with hers, letting out a little sigh. She was so jealous of him right now. She wanted nothing more than to forget she existed for a few hours. The voices were overwhelming, and it was proving difficult to even think properly, her normal logic becoming skewed, slowly... ]

[He was really affectionate, even in his dreams! It was childish more than romantic, clinging onto her as if she were a stuffed animal. Eitherway, he wasn't letting go of her. If anything, it could be taken as security, but it could also just as easily be mistaken as restricting...

Occasionally he would snuggle into her, but if she didn't wake him, he'd be sleep for hourrrsss. 10, specifically.]

[ She let him hold her tight, finding it comforting for awhile... until about 4 hours in.

Then, she started to grow a bit irritated, her thoughts veering in a terrible direction. Why can he sleep and I can't? Why couldn't he have these voices? Why am I the one suffering? I'm the one dealing with him. Dealing with him and all of his moronic comments, and notions.

GLaDOS didn't want to shut her eyes, though, because the voices came with more clarity, so she stared at his peaceful face with slight disdain.

She wanted to wake him up... have him suffer with her. She was being benevolent enough to have him sleep for four hours, right?

But part of her stopped herself from waking him. No, he deserves this. After staying up all this time, even if he could have easily just slept... he kept calming her down.

And so she indeed waited. ]

[He eventually stirred, head reeling still from the lack of sleep. He was dizzy, and felt sick to his stomach. Though... when he saw her there, he scooted a little closer and hugged her.

He wouldn't say anything for a while.]

W-would you like some tea? M-maybe it'll work this time...

[Let's pretend he's asked her that a MILLION times already... 'Maybe it'll work this time...'. That could get a little frustrating.]

[ She let out a little sigh when he woke up, having dozed off a few times for about a minute at a time until the growling would get too loud.

So she would furrow her brow. ]

... Do you really think so?...

[ She sounded a little frustrated. ]

W-we can give it a try! I... It can't hurt?

[He was clean out of ideas... and he sat up, looking down at her.]

Are...are you sure you didn't hit your head? Positive?

[ She curled up a bit when he sat up, sighing. ]

I did not hit my head. [ she muttered grumpily, frowning at him. ]

So how was your sleep? Good, I hope. [ she added, unable to help the slight bitter tone that creeped in. ]

I...

[He furrowed his brow, hearing the bitterness and sarcasm in her voice.]

....Nnn, not really, no.

[His response was slightly bitter in retaliation, and he hopped off the bed, to make her the tea. He slept, but he wasn't rested. The sudden sleep didn't sooth the headache, or the eye strain from not sleeping, and he felt sick. nauseous, and ever so slightly peeved with her.

Why couldn't she just... stop?]

I don't-don't see why you won't just-just go to the clinic. M-may be they can help you. Never know, never know... After all... They've all sorts of shots and-and medicine there.

[ She felt almost some insane, terrible satisfaction in knowing he hadn't slept well. ]

I don't want to go. I don't want to... [ she said childishly, like a kid who didn't want to go to the dentist.

She would cover her face with her hands, letting out a pitiful sound. ]

I feel so useless.

[He stooped over, slouching as she covered her face, stopping in his tracks. Oh brother. He sighed, and turned back though, because despite the frustrations... she still meant a lot to him!

So he sat beside her, and scooped her up to carry her.]

Heyheyhey... you're fine! You'll be fine. Just a little phase... just a little. It'll go away... it-it could be worse.

Besides... I think you're... supposed to feel useless in these human customs. B-being sick that is. And it's my job to take care of you! So... just trust in me!

[ She let him scoop her up, curling up in his arms, burying her face in his chest. ]

I... I trust you... but... I don't like this. [ Being useless. The voices. The inability to sleep. ] I want them to go away...

Has your friend always experienced this problem, or is it something that happened when they came to Paradisa?

Hmmm...

[A thoughtful pause.]

It just started happening, mate. Tried everything... tea... music, even covering her ears for her. Sh-she hasn't slept in days... and neither have I.

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Wheatley; ACTION!

Wheatley

Actiooonnn;

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So much action it will knock your socks off. 8'|

and then it will knock your feet off. :U

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And then you will not have feet, nor socks. :'<

I'd have no choice but to sit and tag some more.

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