DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN ANYTHING BUT THE IDEA. THIS SORY IS INSPIRED BY THE ZADF PICTURE CALLED DISECTION. THIS IS NOT ZADR. ANYONE WHO THINKS THIS IS ZADR WILL BE THROWN INTO A PIT WITH A TICKED-OFF GAZ.

Zim's POV

One day, I was working in my lab; everything was alright, when I experienced a stabbing pain in my squeedily-spooch. It was so bad, I dropped what I was doing (literally, I dropped a vile of who knows what) doubled over, and grabbed my squeedily-spooch.

I stumbled over to my room, and threw myself down on the bed. Normally, when I had pain, I would brush it off, and continue to work through the pain. But, this was different. I had never been inn so much agony before. Well, I had, that one time on foodcourtia, when I fell into the fryer then was attacked by leeches. Apparently, deep-fried leeches were a delicacy on Blorch. But, this was certainly a comparable pain. And, that pain was on the outside of my body. This pain was INSIDE my body.

I started screaming, and laying back up. I don't know why I thought this, but, I thought taking off my shirt would help sooth my pain. My backpack slid right over it and I started screaming and biting the pillow, and kicking.

"Should I call an ambulance?" my snarky computer asked. My only response was to continue to scream into the pillow.

"Are, uh, are you ok?" asked a voice all too familiar to me. Tallest Red.

"Oh, yes sir, I'm quite ok!" I said, getting up. "You can't even imagine how ok I- URK!" It hurt the second I set foot on the ground. And I have carpet!

"Zim, lay back down," Tallest Purple said, face palming "we don't have to talk if it's going to kill you."

Well, he's my tallest. I had no choice but to lay back down. "Will you sirs please hang up? Zim doesn't like it when people see him when he's sick. Not that I'm sick. I never get sick."

"Right…" Tallest Red said sarcastically. But, they hung up, and I continued to scream.

I heard GIR walk in, and felt his tiny steel hands touch me. That only made my squeedily-spooch hurt more. "OWW! GIR! Don't touch me right now! It hurts! It hurts! IT HURTS!"

I could tell GIR was concerned "if you want, I know what could relieve your pain a little bit."

Well, as you can imagine, I was desperate for relief of any sort, so, I told him "then get it for Zim. Please." I could tell GIR was gone for a few minutes, but then I felt a cold, squishy object placed under my squeedily-spooch, then something hot on top of it. "GIR, what did you –ow- get me?"

"A hot and cold water bottle. Don't worry, they can't hurt you, the water's surrounded by three centimeters of rubber. Just lie there, okay?"

I grunted in pain. "Computer," I muttered "can you please run a scan of everything below my skin and muscles?"

"Sure thing." I heard whirring and computer casually whistling "uh-oh."

"What? What's wrong?" I asked with concern

"Uh, n-n-nothing."

"Nothing doesn't sound like that when you find it. So, what's wrong?"

Computer was quiet for a long time. "There is an unidentified mass just above your squeedily-spooch. But, it's not cancer. You will need a small, VERY small surgery to clear that up. Do you want me to call Dib?"

That was the final straw. "NO! Irkens don't feel pain! Irkens don't need surgery!" I threw off the hot water bottle. I tried to get up. "I WILL BE FI-!" the pain came again. "URK!" I felt computer lift me back up onto the bed. "Yes, I want you to call Dib." I muttered as GIR put the water bottles back on and under me.

"Zim?"

"Yes, GIR?"

"Why are you so afraid to let Dib perform surgery on you?"

"Because surgery is just one step away from dissecting me alive."