Not So Bad After All
Zim slammed the door shut after yet another horrible day at school. The Dib-beast was so annoying! When would he ever learn that Zim was the superior one in this whole thing? "Ugh, it's like he'll never learn! I will take over this filthy planet, AND THERE IS NOTHING HE OR ANTHING ELSE CAN DO TO STOP ZIIIIM!" The volume of Zim's shout seemed to attract some unwanted company, that went by the name of Gir. "Hiya Master!" 'Gir... What on Irk does that little idiot want now?" Zim sighed, "What is it Gir?" Gir smiled and pressed close to him, "Nothin'... Just missed ya.."
Zim gave one of the heaviest of sighs. "I was only gone for six hours. Why would you miss me?" Gir did not respond, but instead was now out of sight. "Gir? Where did you go?" Oh well, that didn't matter right about now. Zim knew he had to think of a new plan to destroy the filthy human stink-beasts. The Irken suddenly felt a heavy weight on his back. Sure enough, Gir was there again, climbing to his head. "Gir! Get off my head!" Gir climbed down, "Aw man... That was fun!" Zim rubbed his temples, "That was not fun. That was annoying. Go away..." Gir just smiled stupidly, "Aww You need a hug." Zim sat down on the couch, crossing his arms, "No, I don't, I need you to go away." Gir, oblivious to everything Zim just said, sat beside him and hugged him. "Gir, go away. How many times have I told you?
"Hmm" Gir was clearly taking some time to think, "Um, t- three times!" Gir seemed quite proud of himself that he was able to count all the way to three this time, and he hoped that Zim was too. Zim just rolled his eyes, "You are such an idiot..." Gir just smiled, "Aww! I love you too!" Zim threw his head back and groaned, "Did you not just hear a word I said?! I swear it's like you hear the opposite of what really comes out of my mouth." The Irken sighed once again, Gir had fallen asleep while he had been lecturing him. 'Good, he's asleep... At least he won't bug me while I'm working this time. It's like he can handle whatever bad thing happens to him. Like when I get angry, It just never phases him, does it?'
It was later in the day, Zim was working hard in his lab, typing away at the computer. The night was quiet, and Zim just enjoyed the quiet. It felt a little too quiet though. Gir had fallen asleep six hours ago. For him, that seemed a little too long. Slightly worried, Zim stood up and headed for the elevator. Heading back to the house. He walked through the kitchen, finding Gir awake on the couch, just staring at the T.V through half closed eyes.
Zim approached him calmly, "Gir? Are you... Okay?" Gir seemed to take a bit of time to respond, "Yeah..." 'Hmm, something is up. Gir is acting weird...' Zim thought for a moment, thinking of something to ask him, so that he could determine whether or not Gir was really alright. "Um, Do you want something to eat?" Gir did not turn to him, "...No.." Zim's eye twitched, there was certainly something very wrong. 'He never turns down food. Something is wrong with him.'
Zim frowned, "Oh, Alright then. Are you sure you're okay?" Gir snapped at him this time, "Yes! I'm fine." He just lowered his head back to the couch. Zim glared at him, "You dare snap at me?! Forget it then!" Zim stormed away from Gir, who was just staring at him fearfully from his anger. 'I don't care if there's something wrong with him. Snap at me why don't you. What an idiot.' Angry, Zim continued to type on his computer.
Worries now nagged at his brain, such as Gir getting angry, 'He's never snapped at me before either, sure he's had some of those annoying little tantrums sometimes, but this is really strange. Also, what was with him turning food down? He's never done that either...' Zim just shook his head. "I have to find out what's wrong with him."
Zim sighed as he finished up his work for that night. Although Irkens really didn't sleep, Zim was tired. He wanted to sleep, and quite frankly, he thought that he deserved some rest. The Irken went to the elevator and up to the house. He could hear some crying upstairs. Concerned, Zim quickly walked into the living room to see Gir curled up on the couch clutching his stomach, crying.
"Gir! What's the matter? What's wrong?!" Gir did not respond, he instead groaned, then began to cry again. Zim crouched beside him, "What is it?" He said this in a more gentle tone, Gir just quivered, staring at his master with wide, scared eyes, "M- My tummy hurts! Really bad!" He began to cry even more. Zim sighed, "I knew there was something wrong." Zim touched his forehead, drawing back quickly as his hand was burned from Gir's head, which was scalding hot. "Oh! Ugh... Okay, Okay, don't panic." Zim picked him up in a blanket, mainly to protect himself from getting burned from Gir's fever-heated body. "It will be alright Gir, We're going to see what's going on." Zim turned and rushed to the lab, carrying his sidekick. He had to know what was going on, and only knew one thing was for sure, he was quite worried for his SIR's health