DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN INVADER ZIM, NOR CLAIM TO. ALL RIGHTS GO TO JHONEN VASQUEZ.
"Zim, be careful!" Dib called after the twelve-year-old Irken running down a gravel hill "BE CAREFUL? ZIM DOES NOT NEED TO BE CAREFUL! I AM ZIM! DON'T WORRY, DIB- FRIEND BEAST! I WILL BE FI- !" Zim tripped over a large rock, getting cuts and scrapes on almost all his limbs. SCREET! One elbow. SCKREEET! One knee. SCKREEET! Another knee. SCCCKREEEEEEETTTT! His left elbow was a bloody mess. "OMG, Zim are you all right?" Zim couldn't disguise the pain in his voice "yes… maybe… no…" Dib put an arm under the small Irken. "Let's get you patched up." Zim tried his best to walk upstairs to Dib's bedroom. One in his room, Dib sat Zim down on the bed, and pulled out a first aid kit. The scrapes on everything but his right elbow would be fine with normal band-aids. But, the one cut would require a little bactine. Dib pulled out the black bottle, and a bit of gauze. "Zim, let's see your left elbow." "Fine." Zim upped the sleeve of his uniform. Dib put the bactine on a cloth "this may sting a bit." He warned. Zim seemed like he was about to let Dib do it without a fight, but, when what Dib said sunk in after three seconds. "WHAT?" Zim shrieked, pulling his arm away from Dib. "Zim, I thought you weren't scared of human medicine." Zim didn't have a good comeback to this "now, hold still, you wuss." Dib put the bactine on the cut, and Zim let out a howl. Not that Dib could blame him. He could practically feel the sting himself. But, Zim didn't stop at one howl. Every dab let out a new shriek. "Not that I can blame you, Zim, I can practically feel the sting myself-" "OW!" "But, could you keep it down-" "OW!" "Before someone hears you?" "OW!" "Calm down, you wuss." Dib said, calmly. "Anyway, we're done with the bactine." Dib pulled out some white Gauze, and started dressing the wound. "There we go." Dib said calmingly "all done." He helped Zim off the bed, and walked to Zim's house with him. GIR saw the boys (well, boy and hermaphrodite we refer to as a he) walk in, and tackled them. "GUESS WHO MADE WAFFLES?" he screeched. Not you, I hope. Dib thought. He knew GIR's history with mystery food. "ME! IT'S ME!" GIR screeched, grabbing Zim's arm, and squeezing with all his might. Apparently, he was unaware of his injury. "OWWW!" Zim wailed, pulling his arm away from his defective SIR unit "GIR! Do not touch your master! I am in horrible pain!" "Sorry." GIR whimpered. Dib started to rub Zim's antennae in an attempt to calm him down "wow, Zim, you're really tense. Have you ever been to a chiropractor?" "A ci-ro-what-ter?" "A massage therapist?" "Ah. No." Dib rubbed Zim's shoulders "you should. You're really tense." Zim moaned with pleasure "keep doing that." He ordered "whatever happened to 'please'?" "Blew it up." Dib laughed, but, kept rubbing his shoulder.