16ZADR SERIES! YESSSSS! A big shout out to Uncle Xigbar for the 'fixing the grammar' and I actually got your idea! Thank you for your opinion I hope I will bring it up more! Anyways Enjoy the gay homosexual series! (cries in corner)
Other day began when Dib walked into his classroom. Ms. Bitters was lecturing Keef about DOOM and how the world would end miserably. Dib was 16 years old; a junior in high skool. He had the same trench coat, but it was longer; almost touching the floor. His black skinny pants that has too many pockets in them and the blue shirt with a somewhat happy face. He had the same old glasses but was slightly bigger, and his black combat boots with metal buckles on them. And whatever makes Dib...uh..Dib... his raven hair. It was slightly longer; like his great scientist father, Professor Membrane.
But what made it weird is that his enemy wasn't in the classroom. Zim hasn't been here for at least a week. So, Dib decided to go to his base to check on him...
Meanwhile at Zim's Base..
Gir was carrying a plate of steaming waffles and skipping towards his master. The master however, was lying on the coach breathing heavily. He recently got sick which led to a serious illness. He had 2 layers of blankets over him and that stalks on his head were twitching quite rapidly. Gir placed the waffles on the table next to the alien and sat there.
Apparently, this is a rare disease that only Irkens get; Proprotensis. It's when the alien is far from home for a while and it's not often this happens; but its unfortunate for this poor thing to get something so horrible. They start getting a headache and leads to a fever; which leads to a cold. This pattern continues until the 'subject' passes out and leads to a very high fever.
The wet facecloth on Zim's head was beginning to dry when a wire came out and placed it in the bowl next to him; soaking it with cold water. It placed it back on his head and retracted back into the ceiling. Gir having no knowledge had a sad expression on his face. The blue lens was clouded with small tears until the front door open to reveal Dib.
Gir turned his head and jumped on his legs and cried oil down his pants. Dib-human was walking towards the alien seeing how vulnerable he is, bents down and stares at him. The dark green blush from his high fever was quite noticeable and his heavy fast breathing. Dib then looked down at Gir who was still on his leg.
"Gir, what's wrong with Zim?" Instead of the robots voice, the computers came.
"Master has a very serious illness, that a very small chance Irkens get; Proprotensis.." Dib listened very carefully about the details while staring at the sick Irken. He suddenly felt bad for this young boy. He had always been so hard on him; causing him to stress out more. He probably got this sickness because of him.
"Computer, is there a cure to this?" There was a slight humm.
"Quite so. I believe you humans call it a fever or rather a cold. Just do whatever you do to make yourselves better with that." Dib got up and nodded at nothing. He ran out closing the door behind him with a small slam.
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The pain! Why does it hurt!
Wait, I can still do something with your legs right? Ugh! Curse you!
Your lying!
You lie!
Lies...
Zim opened his eyes slowly when he smelled something in his house. He turned his head towards the kitchen and it was all a blur. He made grunting noises and tried to stand up but fell on the floor instantly. The black blur that he saw in the kitchen walked up to him and carefully picked him up.
"Zim, your too weak to walk. Stay down on the couch and get some rest." Of course being the selfish Irken he his flailed his arms around trying to punch the attacker and intruder of his home.
"Get away you filthy creature! Zim needs no help! Put me down before I-..." Zims eyes closed while the blur was shown at the last second to reveal Dib. At the last strength the alien has; he punched Dib in the face and his arm fell as he passed out. Dib placed Zim down on the couch and wrapped the blankets over him. He went back in the kitchen to finish the chicken noodle soup.
"Sorry for my masters uh...violent behavior." Computer spoke. Dib smirked and shook his head.
"Zim is always like that; even at school 'cause we always fought. I have a feeling I'm the source of this sickness." Dib stirred the spoon in the pan. He brought out a plastic bowl in the pantry and placed it on the side.
"Even so Dib, he is always so full of himself; always neglecting about what other people have to say. For instance, the scene you just experience just now." Dib turned off the heat of the stove and poured the contents into the bowl.
"I know, but Zim is who he is. No one should try to change him." He smiled and brought the soup over to the table next to the couch. Dib through his pocket to bring out two blue pills and placed it on the table.
"But I must ask, how do you know I'm not trying to kill Zim Computer?" Dib went through the plastic bag he brought in to bring out a carton of orange juice.
"Well, you seemed to have a worried expression when I explained what illness he had." By this time, Dib brought a cup of orange juice to the table. He placed the two pills into the aliens mouth and drained it with orange juice.
"Your right. I did I had a worried expression. This is the first time I've never felt so alone or fucked up all the time in my normal life. I was so obsessed with the paranormal, I lost tons of my friends and all I had was Gaz and my father." Dib glanced at the alien and stared at him. "Zim is all I have left now. My family abandoned me and if I lost him, I would be alone again.." Dib made a final smile and started to feed Zim with the chicken soup he just recently made.