Dib moved over to his bed, his shirt almost completely soaked in blood. He sat down and as slowly as possible tried to pry his shirt off. He was careful to not disturb any wounds, but failed and winced in pain. He finally got the shirt off, but got tears to form in the process. He dried his eyes and threw his shirt away deciding he didn't want to go through the struggle of getting all of the blood out. Dib walked over to his bathroom and started the shower. Dib pulled off his boots with his pants and finally his boxers. He moved into the shower and tried to ignore the pain of the hot water flowing over his open wounds. He had to wash the dirt, sweat, and blood away to be able to bandage it. He stood silently, thinking about today's events to try to ignore the pain the hot water was causing. Dib watched the blood and dirt slowly flow down the drain when he head Gaz downstairs yelling. He couldn't make out what she was yelling about or who she was yelling at because of the flow of the water, but after a few seconds of questioning, he decided to ignore it. Dib grabbed the soap and started washing his chest and armpits. After a few seconds of cleansing he set the soap back down and the shower curtain opened. Dib kept his eyes on the soap and bit his bottom lip in embarrassment. Dib sighed and turned towards the person holding the shower curtain open. "Oh well, sooner or later in some weird kind of accident you were probably gonna see me naked anyway." Dib said with no enthusiasm whatsoever. Zim looked really pissed off for some reason, and that usually turns out bad. "I require your services and here you are in this.watery.thing." Dib was completely confused. "Get out now!" Zim grabbed Dib by the arm and pulled him out of the shower. Zim had his gloves on allowing him to stay burn-free from Dib's wet arms. Zim was about to pull Dib out the door when he grabbed his arm back from Zim. "Zim, what the hell is going on?!" Dib screamed at Zim. Zim looked at Dib frustrated. "There's no time, Dib-Human, you must come with me, NOW!" Zim then looked Dib over and hurriedly moved over to Dib's drawers and grabbed an armload of clothes and threw them on the bed. "Put on your clothes! We have to go!" Dib eyed Zim suspiciously and put on a pair of boxers and pants followed. He was having trouble getting his shirt on because of his wounds, but Zim walked over and helped him get the shirt onto his back without breaking the skin again. Dib moved over to his closet and grabbed his trench coat and slowly put it on careful not to hurt his back. When he turned around Zim had Dib's socks and boots waiting for him on the bed. Dib sat on the bed and put his boots on. Zim stood tapping his foot and Dib grabbed his comb off his dresser and combed his hair back to its original style and set his glasses on his nose. Zim had his arms crossed with anticipation written all over his face. "Could you be any slower?" Dib's eyes widened. "Hey, its your damn fault I have to do everything so damn slow. If you never hurt my back like this, we'd be out of here by now!" "Do not blame Zim for your laziness." Dib sighed frustrated. "Where the hell are we going, Zim?" "I can't tell you, you just have to trust me, Dib." Dib laughed. "This is the lamest idea you have ever had, Zim, if I trusted you do you think I would be trying to get you onto an autopsy table?" Zim slapped his forehead. "Dib, please don't make this harder than it has to be. You HAVE to come with me." "Give me one good reason to trust you." Zim thought for a few seconds and headed towards Dib's dresser and grabbed his camera. Zim took three pictures of himself. The three pictures came out of the bottom of the camera and Zim took one of the pictures and grabbed a pen on Dib's dresser. He quickly wrote on the back of the photo: "TO: DIB FROM: ZIM" And handed it to Dib and then gave him the other two. Dib stared in disbelief. Zim then pulled out a laser from his PAK and handed it to Dib. "Do you trust me now? If I start to kill you or something you have defense." Dib looked at the photos and then at the weapon. He shoved both in his pocket, sighed, and stared up at Zim. "I trust you." Dib could've sworn he had seen Zim smile, but it happened to fast for him to be sure. "Come on." Zim grabbed Dib's hand in a tight grip and swiftly walked down the stairs. Dib didn't know how to exactly explain it, but the way Zim held his hand felt like Zim actually cared about him. Dib knew there wasn't a lot of love there, but at least it was something. He'd never really felt something like that, with anyone, he liked it. They moved into the living room where Gaz was sitting on the couch playing her Gameslave. "Gaz, I don't know where Zim is taking me so I don't know when I'll be back. Or if I'll be back." Dib said sarcastically. They both walked out the door. Zim let go of Dib's hand and looked him straight in the eyes. "Listen, Dib, I know you don't like taking orders from anyone, but you must trust me enough to do whatever I say. And if you obey my orders, I won't have to knock you out. Do you promise to do whatever I say?" Zim said seriously. Dib stood confused. "It kind of depends on what you order me to do." "Dib, whatever I order you to do will not hurt you in anyway, agree now, we don't have much time." Zim was getting really frustrated. Dib stared at the ground thinking about numerous orders Zim could ask him to do and finally lifted his head back up and stared Zim in the eyes. "Do you promise you won't hurt me?" "Yeah, sure, whatever, Dib, we MUST leave NOW!" Zim grabbed Dib's hand again and began to pull him along. Dib grabbed his arm back. "I'm serious, Zim, do you promise you won't hurt me?" Zim sighed. "Yes, Dib, I promise not to hurt you. Now come with me!" Zim grabbed Dib's hands and started running down the street towards his base. After a while of running, Dib and Zim stopped exhausted. Zim let go of Dib's hand and determined how much farther they would have to run. Zim quickly thought of an idea. Zim picked up an unsuspecting Dib and pulled out his spider legs. Zim started running with his mechanical limbs. "You need to put on some weight, Dib-Human, you don't even challenge my amazing muscles." "Zim, everyone can see you with your leg.thingys. Your completely exposed.wait a minute.yes!" "That's the least of my worries, Human." After a few minutes of traveling, they finally ended up at Zim's base. Zim dropped Dib to the ground and then grabbed his arm and ran inside with him. "Zim, I want to know what the hell is going on!?!" "No time, just trust me!" Gir ran up to Zim happily (like always). "Master, your back! Yay, you got Dib!" Gir squealed excitedly. "Yah, Gir, come on, we have to leave. Follow me!" Zim ran to his other entrance to his lab and quickly opened it still yanking Dib along. "Yay, are we playin' follow da leadah!?" "Yeah, sure, Gir." They all went down to Zim's lab and Zim let go of Dib's hand. Zim rushed to his VootRunner and jumped in. Dib hesitated. "What are you waiting for, Dib-Human, we have to leave!" Gir was already in the Runner playing with Minimoose. "Where are we going, Zim?" Dib asked seriously. "You promised you'd obey my orders! You said you trusted me!" Zim started growling. "I don't want to go with you, Zim." Dib took a step back. "Dib, you have to! You don't understand! Get in the ship! Get in the ship, NOW!!" They both glared at each other for a while. ".Dib, please." Zim looked at Dib pleadingly. 'Did Zim just say 'please'?' Dib thought to himself. 'He promised he wouldn't hurt me, and I do have that laser.' Dib uncertainly sat in the ship and Zim closed the hood before Dib would have the chance to change his mind. Zim hurriedly started the ship and pressed a few buttons quickly and the roof of Zim's base opened up. The ship flew out of Zim's base.