"Hey, buddy. Wake up." A gentle voice said. The Squip didn't want to though, in fear of getting yelled at by Michael again.

  "Squippy??" The voice begged. The Squip finally opened his eyes sluggishly to see Jermey starting at him concerned The room was dark, so the only thing he could see was Jeremy.

  "J-Jeremy?" The Squip asked tiredly. "What time is it?"

  "10:00. Both you and Michael were asleep so I turned off the light, but why are you on the floor?" Jeremy asked concerned. The Squip didn't want to tell Jeremy what happened with Michael.

  "I let Michael sleep in your bed because he seemed really tired." The Squip explained. Jeremy sighed.

  "Squip, you're really tired and sick. At the most he has a bad cold, you have a stomach bug. I'm worried about you!" Jeremy exclaimed.

  "I'm feeling better." The Squip lied. However, he knew he wasn't. If anything he felt more tired and exhausted from that one interaction from Michael. Plus, he could feel the sweat from his fever. Jeremy could see right through his facade.

  "Ok, but maybe you could sleep in the spare room, or the couch, or somewhere?" Jeremy asked, he was pratically begging. The Squip smilied slightly.

  "I'm fine, Jeremy." The Squip said. Jeremy was confused that he'd rather sleep on the floor than an actual bed, but shrugged it off.

  "Ok, ok. But, if you need anything come and get me ok?" Jeremy said. The Squip nodded, and Jeremy left.

  The truth is, the Squip would much rather sleep anywhere except the floor, but he felt he didn't deserve to. Michael's words echoed in his head.

  "A computer is all you'll ever be"