Zim's POV
I woke up one morning, but, I just didn't feel quite right. I yawned, and realized that I had been sleeping in a chemical that does something I was just figuring out when I passed out. I also realized that my tooth was killing me, as the humans say. "Maybe I'll just ignore it, and it'll go away on its own." I say aloud to no one in particular. So, I decide to go upstairs. GIR tackled me and shrieked, "GUESS WHO MADE WAFFLES?" "Ugh," I muttered, reflecting GIR's history with mystery food. "Not you, I hope." I tried to whisper; picturing the goop he called cupcakes. Apparently, GIR heard me. "Don't worry, they're the edible kind." He helped me up, and took me to the table. I looked down at the waffles. I hated myself for giving in so easily, I was just so hungry. But, I took one bite of my waffles, and my tooth screamed "DON'T EAT THAT, OR I'LL DIG INTO THE NERVE I'M RESTING ON!" but, I kept eating, and wincing in pain as I did so. At one point, it hurt so much to eat that I moaned, "TALLEST MIYUKI IN HEAVEN IT HURTS!" GIR actually understood what was happening. He put a comforting steel claw on my shoulder "if it hurts to eat, master, you don't have to." I tried to pretend to be angry, which was easy, considering the pain I was in. "IF IT HURTS TO EAT? I AM AN INVADER! I AM ZIM! NOTHING HURTS ME! AND IT ESPECIALLY DOESN'T HURT TO EAT! WHAT WOULD GIVE YOU THE IDEA THAT IT HURTS TO EAT?" "Maybe it's because you screamed, 'tallest Miyuki in heaven, it hurts'?" my snarky computer said. I glared up at it. "Oh, I can keep eating! Both of you! Watch!" I took a giant bite of waffle, my tooth dug into the root it was resting on like a piece of glass, and I started to cry. GIR ordered me to spit out the waffle because he was scared I was going to choke to death. Instead of fighting him, I spat out the waffle as I was told. "I'll save the waffles for later, ok?" he said, patting my shoulder. I nodded in agreement, still sniveling. Why did I keep eating? I asked myself. Rob-mom rolled in "honey, I heard you crying. Do I need to make a dentist appointment?" at the word "dentist", my eyes got as big as dinner plates. "NO!" I shrieked. Realizing I was about to give away something I never wanted to give away to anyone, ever, I put on a nervous grin "I mean, I'm fine, mom." Regaining myself again, I ordered the robot I had just called mom, "uh, now go back to your storage unit." She smiled, and rolled away. Yes, the "almighty Zim" is afraid of medical professionals. Nurses, doctors, dentists, you name it, I'm afraid of it. I don't know why I am, I just am. Then, I realized that it was 9:25, and I was going to call the tallest that day at 9:30. I quickly grabbed the video phone, grabbed the notes I had taken about the planet, and dialed the massive's video phone number. Hold on, Zim, something in me said what about your toothache? I'll just ignore it. I told myself they shouldn't notice me clutching my jaw. I was wrong. I was horribly, horribly wrong.