authors note: woah I created a headcannon and got so inspired by it that i'm writing it!
Yes in this human!Zim is a girl. Don't judge me.
Yet again I found myself staring at marble tiled floors, listening to a slow steady beeping sound. I was ready to tear my hair out at the noise, which continually buzzed in my ears agonizingly, however at the same time it brought my racing heart to a somewhat more normal pace. That beeping sound meant my best friend in the world was still alive, the only one who'd believed my superstitions about the extraterrestrial. He was the only one who cared about me. I mean really cared, not like my dad who pretends to care about me sometimes, and other times he throws the rudest words at me and they hit me like bullets. I was scared of living in my home, so instead I stayed at this hospital by my best friend's bed side. I wished he would awake from this stupid coma, and that he'd stop scaring me by being asleep for a year now. I sighed a deranged sigh, one that got me an odd look from a passing by nurse, and got out a notebook. I'd been writing so many little notes for my friend, so when he wakes up one day he can find out about all he missed. And he will wake up one day, don't you ever tell me differently.
I took out my pen and began to write: One whole year of your vegetated state, but I'm still by your side, Dib. Your dad and sister never cared...well your sister seemed surprised and she visited you for one day but never again. Your father...well he is the reason you're here. I'm so sorry I never helped you with your family issues, but then again I had my own. Perhaps we could have gathered supplies and run away from this town. Maybe then you wouldn't be in this coma. Your birthday is coming up soon, and I plan on getting you a present, I've been saving my money for months just to get you this. I won't tell you yet, it's going to be a surprise! But when you wake up...well I just can't wait to see the look on your face when you see it! Signed by your loving friend, Zim.
I let a tear roll down my face, leaving a small droplet of water staining right behind my last exclamation point. I'd heard that in comas people tend to live in little fantasies, a world to escape too until they're better. I hope that Dib's world was alright, and that he was having fun in his imaginary dream world. I gave a bittersweet smile to my friend and stood up, preparing to leave and face my father. I was probably late, and he didn't like me being late. That was when the doctors rushed in, a flurry of white lab coats and flying stethoscopes. They were babbling so fast it was almost incoherent, but I stood their too frightened to move. The last time there were this many doctors in here was when they almost let Dib go, when they almost killed him. I wiped away my tears and stormed up to them, my half-angry half-scared expression giving a clear question: WHAT IS GOING ON?
"Little lady, your friend is waking up."
ending note: woo hoo! I'll post the next chapter soon!