Cheetor shivered in his sleep under the covers on his bed. "He's gonna
be ok, right?" Rattrap asked from the doorway, a genuine concered look
on his face for his friend. Ratchet sighed. "He has had a mental
breakdown after getting his memories of sector 7 back... I'm not sure if
he will recover from it or not."

Ratchet sighed once more "Well theres nothing else I can do here at the
moment. Sam," The boy in question looked up from his seat next to
Cheetor "make sure that he rests." With that he left, ushering out
Rattrap as he went dispite the protests.

The room seemed to get colder after the two left. Sam looked over at
Cheetor trying to think of something, anything that could help him.
Cheetor whined in his semiconsous state. "Cheetor...please wake up." He
leaned on the bed and layed his head next to the others. "Please...Bee."

Cheetors head looked up slightly in Sams direction. Sam sat back up,
leaning his head on the wall behind him. He heard the shifting of the
covers and a sudden weight on his lap almost made him jump. Cheetor's
eyes were half open staring at the wall infront of him. Sam ran his hand
though the black streaked blond hair. "Oh Bee... What did they do to
you..." Cheetor buried his face in Sams leg. "Please dont leave me..."
His voice muffled. "Dont worry Bee." He leaned down and kissed his
head. He could tell Cheetor was falling asleep again. "I love you Bee."