It's the middle of December, Zita has been sick for the past few days and hasn't been to Hi Skool because of that. She layed on her couch, pretty incapacitated. She may have just a cold but she got it bad. Zim scurried around, pretty much giving her everything she could want, although dressed ridiculously in an attempt to be sanitary.

Zita blew into a tissue and looked at him "You don't have to do this you know" she groaned quietly.

"It's Zim's duty as a mate! Zim has to take care of his mate and his future smeets."

"I know, but still…." Zita looked away. She knew of Zim's germaphobia and the last thing she'd want is for Zim to anymore out of his comfort zone than he already is, being on a different planet and all.

"Just… don't sneeze or cough on Zim." Zim gave her a look of seriousness.

Zita just let out a chuckle that more releasing more air than normal than anything "I'll try not to"

"Good. That would be… horrifying…" Zim shuddered slightly

"I can-" she inadvertently cut herself off and sneezed into her tissue "I can imagine"

Zim looked at her for a moment and pats her shoulder gently as Zita smiled at him, appreciating all he was doing.

"Get better faster so Zim can kiss you." Zim blurted out.

"I'll try extra hard just for you." Zita gave him a loving look.

"You better!" Zim huffed.

"I will, believe me."

Zim sat next to the couch, stretching. Zita just curled up and sighed, clutching her box of tissues. Zim could hear how sick she is in every breath she takes. He winced from he constant wheezing, looking very worried, stressed, and above all paranoid.

Zita noticed his worry and grabed his hand "Zim, I've been through worse. I'll get better, I always do"

"If you don't…" he started shaking

"I will…I promise, okay?"

"…" he nodded slowly.

Zita smiled reassuringly at Zim, who forced himself to smile back.