Hiya guys! This is my first good story I have written on fanfiction! Please review because IT IS IMPORTANT TO MY HEALTH!

-DISCLAIMER! All Invader Zim Characters are not mine!

-Only the plot and a few of the other characters belong to me

Chapter one

Awoken

Zim's P.O.V.

I awoke in a hospital bed. I didn't know why my head hurt like I was wacked with a metal bat and why my body felt even worse than my head. I couldn't see very well. Everything seemed fuzzy and disoriented. The last thing I remember was being attacked in the forest by something or someone … I can't really remember, but I do remember getting my butt whooped like no tomorrow…I also remember being with a close friend of mine… OH CRAP! WHERE'S DUSTY!? I quickly opened eyes as wide as they could go, but then my eyes began to sting because of the sensitivity to the lights in my eyes.

"Glad to see ya awake Zim" said a familiar voice.

"K-Kitten?" I managed to say before realizing that it hurt to speak. I tried to open my eyes a bit to see the young, about 99 (10 yrs in Human) year old Irken with white skin who just walked in to the room. "Yep that's me, but if I were ya I wouldn't speak so much." Kitten's soft voice replied placing her hand on my forehead checking my temperature to see if I had a fever.

"Well ya don't have a fevar and your vitals are lookin' good…" She concluded while she took her hand off my forehead. I myself have always wondered why she couldn't pronounce some words like 'the' 'you' and of course 'fever'.

"Why shou-" I was cut off when Kitten sharply spoke in her harsh voice "No ya mustn't speak! Ya could damage your throat even more with that gash in it and it could possibly kill ya! I can't handle losin' another one of my friends this early in da month!" I heard her sigh. I looked at her with a slightly confused look on my face trying to piece together what she meant.

"Da day… Dust and ya were attacked…" She paused for a moment. I barely saw her curled antennas drooped down against her head. Then she continued with "Dust… She didn't survive… And ya were near death when me and Willow found ya… both of ya were bleeding… Massively… out on the trail that lead back to da camp…" She paused again. Her sniffles told me that she was beginning to cry a little and when she continued her voice began to crack."Dust lost more than 4 pints of her blood… about 2 times more than da average Irken could lose at a time." My antennas also drooped down with guilt about the death of Dust.

"Did-," I was cut off once more by Kittens voice only this time it wasn't harsh it was her normal silky soft voice. "We were going to go back to get her body for burial…But… After we dropped ya off here at da E.R. and returned to da place where her body should be… It-it was just… gone… There was no body anywhere…" She sighed again and threatened "Don't speak until me or Willow says ya can otherwise DON'T SPEAK or I will SLAP YA INTO NEXT TUESDAY!"

I cringed at the thought of it and I knew she wasn't joking when she said she was going to slap me.

Dust's P.O.V.

"Ho-ly-cr-ap" I whined. I felt like a train hit me at a hundred miles per hour. My head throbbed like I fell down ten flights of stairs again. I remember every ounce of detail of what happened to me and Zim when we were attacked by those sick twisted things. Blood was just everywhere. Then I saw them nail him in the back of the head with a club of some sort. Then I felt a quick pain in my back right above my PAK. My legs began to give out then I just fell to the floor close to passing out. After landing on the ground I felt more pain throughout my body and at that moment I knew that I was being beaten and stabbed. A few minutes passed and they stopped and went after Zim it seems to me that they didn't hurt him as bad as me, but still we both were losing more blood by the second. I finally closed my eyes and I felt like I was falling in to darkness… come to think of it. It was really boring.

Coming out of my thoughts, I was able to open my eyes a bit, but I couldn't really see. Everything was blurry and unfocused. This caused me to be very dizzy. So I just closed my eyes and relied on my touch and hearing. I was lying on my back on a very soft hospital bed. I heard the door open and close and my body tensed up and my long and curly antennas stiffened not knowing who was coming in the door.

"Don't worry sweetheart. I'm not here to hurt you." A voice said. Judging by the tone of the voice I would have to say that it was an older male who was in the same room as me. "I'm only here to check up on you and how your healing process is going… Also just so you know you were dead for about," He paused for a brief minute thinking to himself "I would have to say that you were dead for about a few days while I tried to revive you."

I sat there for a sec and said "You said I was… Dead? For a few days? Huh no wonder why I can't really see…they're dead eyes…" I said trying to wrap my head around the idea of me being revived.

The male chuckled at my comment "Yes sweetheart. You've been dead for a few days and don't worry about being blind. It's just temporary until your white blood cells fix your eyes." He said while he walked over to what I assumed was the heart monitor beeping a double beep. "Both your hearts are working, but are very weak from trying to give you enough blood to keep you alive." I smiled a bit. "It seems my hearts do their job very well then"

"My name is Dr. Dorgale (Dr- Door-gal)." He said checking the IV in my arm. "Nice to hear you Dr. Dorgale. My name is Dust, but some of my friends call me Dusty as a nickname." I replied.

Dr. Dorgale tapped my head and left the room. I thought to myself I don't like to be alone…

Well here's the end of the chapter! Sorry it was short, but I'm working on it =3

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