@the-wheatley-core
What did she get herself into this time? How does she keep getting hurt like this? Maybe it was the lack of routine. Maybe it was the fact that she still hasn't built back the muscle she used to have. But whatever it was, she wanted it to stop.
Chell had left doors open in her rush to get into the bathroom and under the sink, not really caring if anyone barged in at this point. She knew a certain core probably would....
Whatever. As she sat on the counter, foot against the open door, she bandaged up her arm. A sling was then put on, allowing her to finally stop pressing her arm against the wall to keep it in place.
The woman decided to sit there for a moment, just staring at herself in the mirror. A black eye (dodging bullets isn't always easy), burned cheek (and sometimes it causes one to fall directly in front of a laser), and bloody nose (let's be thankful it's not broken).
"I've gotten weak"
Those three little words echoed in her mind. Pulling her deeper and deeper into a pit. A pit she's never been in before. One of insecurities and fears.
No. She couldn't take it. Frustration bubbled up, her hand shaking as she tried to focus on her reflection through tear filled eyes.
A cry of anger. Shattering glass. A yelp of pain.
Maybe punching the mirror wasn't a good idea. Shards of it were stuck in her hand. Blood running down her arm.
Weak
Wheatley was just sliding back to the warehouse after confirming a list of supplies for GLaDOS before passing by an open restroom door. Suddenly he paused after catching a brief glimpse of someone lying on the floor. He really didn’t want to get involved. What if it was just another rogue test subject trying to drag him into trouble? He considered minding his own business and just pretending he didn’t see anything, but suddenly he heard a scream and a shattering of glass which had caused him to want to go and investigate. He turned back around and curiously peered through the door only to find his best friend knelt down on the floor, bleeding with cuts and bruises on her hands. “Oh God! What happened in here?! Are you, um. Are you okay? D-don’t answer that. You’re probably not very okay. Um. At this moment. I, uh...” He wanted to get closer to her to try to help, but his rail only provided him with so much mobility and he couldn’t come any closer. He just couldn’t believe what he was seeing. His best friend, this brave and ambitious lady who could survive any challenge and face any threat no matter the odds was now currently knelt down on the floor bleeding and covered in cuts and bruises. What could he do? He had never seen her like this before. She had always just seemed so strong and invincible to him. What could have possibly caused her to become so banged up? He knew that she seemed a little bit worse for wear when he had first reunited with her, but he didn’t expect it to be this bad. “Um... Is- is there anything I could do to help?” He gave her a pleading look, desperately wishing to be able to help her in any way that he could.
Her ears were useless at this point. Her mind screaming at her, making everything worse.
Look what you did! You're a mess! Letting insecurities get to you like this. You're getting blood everywhere.
Staring at her hand, she noticed the reflection of her friend in the mirror shards stuck in her skin. She finally looked to him, her thoughts finally quieting down a bit.
How could he help? Can he? She couldn't seem to find her words. She just wanted a steady hand to get the glass out of her skin. After taking a breath, she tried to say something. Instead a sob climbed out her throat.
Can't even speak. Useless. You can't do anything right!!
Tears ran down her face as she turned away. Not wanting him to see her like this. She was supposed to be strong. Confident!
As Chell stood up she seemed to calm down. Well. Forced herself to calm down so she could talk.
"C-clould you um... maybe help me get this cleaned up...i-if i pull this out, I'll make it worse"
She held her wrist, trying to stop the pain. Sniffling and looking away.










