The short green kid paced in a milatary manner, long hurried steps that echoed down the white hall. No one spared him a secound look and no one bothered him or told him that it was past visiting hours.

They were too used to him, too used to him outside the operation doors, too used to the oddly colored tears going down his cheeks, to used to the quite voice he used as he berated himself.

The green child jumped a bit when a young tired doctor walked out of the operating room and walked straight to him.

"Mr. Human? He came out fine with no permanant damage to himself. There were no broken bones and his concusion was slight. Other than some deep scraches, burn marks, and blood loss, there wasn't much damage." The doctor tiredly rubbed his eyes as he listed off the wounds of his patient. The damn kid came in almost every month with something wrong with him, but it was only the worst cases that he had to be dragged in by his friend.

"Mr. Human? Is your friend self destructive? How does he always manage to come in here so beat up?"

The short green kid was quiet for a long monent, semingly thinking it over. Just when the doctor thought he wasn't going to get an answer he got a veiw of a tear stained green face and oddly plastic eyes.

"He . . . has a hero complex, and he keeps trying to save the world."

The doctor gave a huff. He knew the types, the ones who thought they wouldn't die. The ones who always died young.

The doctor walked down the white hallway looking over the chart of a new patient that he was going to see, but his mind lingered on the green kid for a moment as he yelled over his shoulder as he hurried down the hall. "Hey kid! Remind your frien that he's not immortal, alright?"

If the doctor had chosen to look behind him at that moment then he would have seen the small green boy have fresh tears go down his cheeks as he returned to his pacing, once again berating himself, for once again reminding himself that Dib was so breakable, no matter how strong he was..