-insane cackle- That's right, your Smallest amd Mec are back and we're better than ever! This idea came from Smallest this time though, and I had to rp it with her. HAD TO!
Anyway, we worked really hard on this one and hope it's a little less insane and confuseing than our last two stories.
ENJOY AND REVIEW PLZKTHX!
Summery: Zim, nurse in training and alien invader is forced to take care of one of the most annoying and hard-headed humans in existance, all the while gathering information for the Tallest Miyuki to use in the upcoming invasion of Earth, but a certain annoying, hard-headed human seems to be getting in the way.
A scowl crossed the face of the green skinned youth as he walked the halls of the community hospital with his trainer while tuning out a good part of what she said to think on how ugly the color white was. So blindingly boring and easily stained, which is why he wore dark red colored nursing outfits which contrasted neatly with his skin though often tempted people to make Christmas jokes.Whatever Christmas was.He turned back in about the time the nurse he was training under ONCE AGAIN warned him that he was only there as a student in training and was under no circumstances alowed to administer any sort of drugs to patients.'So basically I'm going to be playing maid to a bunch of germy sick people.' He wanted to complain but thought better of it. He was here to do a job and if playing maid was how he was going to do it then play maid he would.Anything to please The Almighty Tallest, add yet another territory to the Irken Empire, and to go down in history as the greatest irken invader that ever lived.The green child scowled once more.'Except touch old human.'
The nurse who was assigned to training the shorter male continued her way through the halls, leading him past doors stained with puke or some other unknown liquid."And, I just don't get humans at all," She stated her mind quite openly. "I mean, I hate people. I don't even qualify myself as a human because, you know, I just hate people that much!" She rambled on, unaware of whom exactly she was rambling to.Her short, obviously dyed blunt red hair accented her pale face, full painted red lips and black uniform well. She was plump, and looked like she was in her late twenties with rings all along the rim of her ears, and a stud stamped in a nostril of hers. Her nametag rested over a pocket of her nurse's uniform, and was barely readable thanks to all of the scratches that had been put there due to unfortunate events. It said "Julie"."Okay! This is the place!" She sang eyes thick in eyeliner half drooped to allow her to give a lazy grin at a door. She placed a hand on the door and grinned back at the shorter male. "If you need any help, just call the front desk, and we'll be on our way." She smiled at him before walking off without another word from her very chatty mouth.
The green child felt that woman was deserved of one of his signature scowls, which he gave her, before walking into the room, looking down at his clip board which had the only sheet of paper he was given for notes clipped to it, telling him to be nice. "Oooooo...k." He said, scratching the back of his head and looking up at the patient he was to be taking care of, the antennae which poked out of the top of his black wig twitched a bit, giving the room a sort of scan for viruses or germs which could be deadly to his foreign immune system. When they found none he walked in fully and shut the door behind him."My name is Zim." He announced to the human in the bed. "And you will have the pleasure of having the mighty Zim take care of you today. Lucky you!"
A lump under the white covers and blanket stirred. There poked out a pale white face with messy black hair going every which way on a young teen's head. He sat up straight on the bed, hands to his sides and his eyes squinting tight. He reached over to the side table and fumbled his hand around until he found his glasses resting on top of a new notebook. He settled the glasses on the bridge of his nose and peered out to this 'mighty Zim'.His eyes traced the green kid's antennae and green skin, followed by his weird eye shapes and short size. Just what was a kid younger than himself doing being his nurse?The pale face that seemed to glow like the moon glared back at Zim, his eyes full of hatred and spite. Oh yes. He knew why this 'Zim' must be here, and it was probably by no means to help him.
Zim glared right back, antennae going back a little in anger. How DARE he give Zim that look, ungrateful brat?'BE NICE!' The paper yelled at him. So, with a frustrated sigh he moved over to the human's bed side, pulling up a chair on wheels just in case he felt like sitting later."Now then," He said in a very authoritative tone. "I have been instructed to care for you until you are all better and out of this germy-germ ridden hospital and I would like to do a good job. How may I be of service to help?"
The boy's glare never lessened, although he did prop up a brow at his strange sentence structure. That was to be expected, he guessed, from some green kid with antennae poking past his hair from his head.He looked unamused, and showed so by folding his arms in response.
Zim pouted angrily and crossed his arms in mimicry.This being nice thing was harder than it looked. How can one be nice to someone who didn't want your help!?"Come on!" Zim shouted, throwing his hands up into the air. "What!? Are you hungry!? Do you need food!? Is it my skin!? It's just a skin condition it won't hurt you!"
The white skinned child gave a doubtful look Zim's way, and, still in refusal to talk to the green kid, he slipped back down into a sleeping position on the bed, turned his back on Zim, and pulled the cover over his head.That would show him!
Zim gave the pale kid a scowl to end all scowls, almost hitting him with his clip board but somehow managing to restrain himself.'Oh when this planet is conquered you will be the FIRST to go!' He yelled in his head at the human, wishing he could do so out loud but making do with throwing one of the extra pillows at a cabinet.He looked at his clip board once more, hoping there would be something there on unresponsive patients but still all that was there was, "Be Nice!"
After a few seconds, the young teen rolled in his bed, facing his enemy now. His tired eyes, seeing how he actually was tired, glared at him in a half lidded state. Soon those stunning burnt-honey colored eyes found the pillow that had been thrown. That didn't last long however, and he brought his glance back to Zim. In a moment after, deciding that this quiet was sweet, he simply just took off his glasses once more, folded them nicely, and placed it back on his notebook before retrieving his arm and covering the blanket over his head half way now.
Zim just grumbled a few things under his breath and placed his clip board down, tapping his claws over it for a bit before becoming bored with just doing that.So he paced the room for a few minutes before growing bored of that, to which he remedied by sitting down in the rolling chair by Dib's bed but that grew boring in less time than the tapping.He sighed loudly before getting up, saying, "I need to go check with my trainer, just page someone if you are in need of things." With that taken care of he left the room to find his trainer.
Julie was doing exactly what a Julie does. A mechanical device known as a cell phone which had many a dangly thing swinging from side to side off of its antennae bounced and bumped into the soft cheek of the plump nurse while she walked and talked in a circular fashion in the main nurse's break room."Yeah, I know her cat is small. That's what I'm trying to say. Yeah, yeah ... But that's when her baby hit it. - It was the baby's fault!" Her eyes rolled up and she stifled a laugh. The whole nurse's room of four people, not including herself, glared up at her in hatred. "Yeah- I know."Her dark eyes soon fixed themselves on the green boy in the red nurse's suit at the door. She turned the phone to the side so to not bother her friend as she spoke in a firm voice towards the door. "What?"
Zim peeked from behind the door, eyeing the woman and her evil phone as well as everyone else around her."Just what am I supposed to do if the patient doesn't need anything?" He asked in a voice that displayed the frustration he had gone through in the last half hour of trying to get the pale kid to communicate with him.
The woman made a croaking noise from her throat in thought and she looked up at the wall as if it had an answer. "I don't know. Find something. Talk to them, or, like, I don't know. Play a game with them; introduce a hobby to them. A lot of patients get bored here." She answered back to Zim before bringing her attention back to her friend on the other side of the phone, quickly starting a conversation about the relation a cat has with demons.
Zim glared at the Julie-beast before slowly closing the door and walking back to the pale kid's room, just wishing he'd brought a book or something with him so he didn't actually have to interact with the pale human he was being forced to take care of on weekends and every day after school.Making his way back to the room and he kicked at something invisible, glaring at every little thing that caught his eye until he spotted something on a chair outside of one of the rooms.Slowly he approached the object, finding it to be a deck of playing cards. Ah yes, playing cards. He remembered a group of kids hanging out in the front of the school and at lunch before class started playing with cards similar to this. The rules seemed fairly simple from what he'd observed before. With a wide grin he picked the cards up and slipped them in his pocket, ignoring the fact they may belong to someone and making his way triumphantly back to the pale kids room.
The boy in the white bed breathed lightly and continuously on his side, eyes softly closed. His hands that were curled just slightly near his face twitched every two to three seconds. His black wispy hair lay looking as soft as feathers against the pillow his rather large head was on. His body made a rounded sideways 'Z' under his blanket. Even if the kid was a jerk, he still looked as sweet as a dying smeet as he slept.
'Irk I wish I'd brought a book.' Zim thought with a sigh, deciding to play a card game with himself as he sat down in the wheelie chair and shuffled the cards like he'd seen the other boys do at skool with all the useless twists and turns that he figured had nothing to do with the actual shuffling but looked cool none-the less.
The boy readjusted himself on the bed a little. His brows knitted themselves together now whenever his hand would squeeze nothing but air. He stirred more in his sleep, ever once in a while, catching the attention of the little green nurse.
Zim took a look at his watch.An hour. He had been sitting still for an hour, shuffling cards.With a frustrated sigh he got up and leaned over the human sleeping, seeming to consider him for a moment before poking him in the face with a claw.Poke.Poke.Poke.Poke...
A hand swatted the offending claw away and bright burnt-orange eyes snapped open. The boy quickly got up to a sitting position, snatched up his glasses and gave a horrid warning glare at the nurse he felt was so evil. His eyes went down to the cards in the nurse's claws, and then back up to his face. He seemed to have been greatly offended for being woken up, even if he was having a nightmare.
"Hey, don't look at me like that." Zim warned, holding up the deck of cards like a grand idol. "I have come to relieve to boredom that must be gripping your fragile mind."
The pale boy rolled his orange and white eyes and folded his arms. Still, though, he looked at the cards, a small since of hunger coming to his face for some interaction, however much he'd detest it so for the fact of whom he'd have to play with. Nobody ever visited him, so it's not like he could ever interact with others anyway, but the thought of interacting... even with this green nurse that was obviously some sort of alien here to take over the world or something... seemed so... inviting.The boy glared at Zim's antennae, and while puffing out his cheeks, held out a hand and turned his head to show, yes he will play, but no, he won't enjoy it.
"Finally," Zim sighed, pulling up the small table to play on.He shuffled the cards a little bit more, before placing them on the table for the boy to cut."I only know a couple of games soooo... Rummy?" Zim asked, going over the rules in his head a few moments before nodding to himself.
The boy blinked slowly before he set one half of the cards on top of the other half for Zim to take. His expression was dull and emotionless, if not a little upset. He chose very well not to answer the green nurse.
"I'll take that as a yes!" Zim announced before dealing the cards, placing the rest of the deck on the table between them and flipping the top card over and placing it next to the deck to begin the game.
The pale boy stared at the flipped card before staring back at Zim. His blank, upset expression seemed to begin irking the alien just a little bit. He made no motion to do anything at all. In fact, he seemed very still.
"What, do you want me to go first or something?" Zim asked, glaring at the human with every ounce of frustration backing his stare as the boy was giving him.
The white boy frowned for a few seconds before bringing his head down and back up, for just a single nod of 'Yes'.
"Fine," Zim rolled his eyes, biting back a few choice words for the teen before picking a card up off the top of the deck and putting it in his hand. He gave all the cards a quick look over, humming in thought before placing down three sevens and discarding a King to end his turn.
His eyes flickered down at the cards in his hands. The strange, shorter green kid in the nurse's outfit had given him seven cards. He stared at the two aces his thumb was holding and then to the king Zim had put down. His forehead wrinkled in frustration and he looked back to the green person in front of him who was sitting on the other side of the table. His black hair whipped this way and that on his green head, but those antennae... That's what caught the pale boy's attention the most whenever he saw the other.
"Look, can you just pick up a card already?" Zim asked after ten full minutes, crossing his arms, his antennae twitching annoyed. "It's really not that hard."
The boy frowned, glaring at the antennae as they twitched. He let his hand hover over the deck, and he drew a card, looking at it intensely. It was a six of spades. He then stared back at Zim like he was finished.
"Are you done?" Zim asked, resting an elbow on the table and his chin in his hand.
The boy continued his stare at the other, not even bothering to shrug. This was a rather stupid game, after all. His fingers traced the texture of the cards. What was the point, after all, in just drawing and putting down paper?
"You have no idea how to play this game do you?" Zim asked, putting his cards down in a more than annoyed fashion.
The young teen followed Zim's lead and put down his own cards, scooting back now in slight embarrassment. He folded his arms and forced his head to the side to stare at a blank wall with a lone painting on it. How dare this 'Zim' call him out on this!
Zim was ready to pull his antennae out. How annoying could one human possibly be!? He was trying his best gosh darn it!"If you didn't know how to play you should have said something." He said in a whiney sort of annoyed voice.
The pale boy continued his unresponsive glare to the wall. His slight blush contrasting greatly against his pale cheeks never escaping his face, however more irritated the boy looked now.
Zim stared at the pale boy hard, trying to will him to look back at himself but when the human didn't he sighed and said, "Whatever, I give up, just, you know, let me know if you need anything." With that he get off the bed and sat himself back down in the chair he'd recently claimed as his own.
The boy sat there twiddling his fingers together as he stared at the wall. It grew boring. So very boring. He whipped his head to face Zim, his hair flying up in the turn in the process. With a determined scowl on his face, he pulled his blanket off of his naked legs barely covered by his hospital gown as he pulled them off of the bed and hopped off. He hadn't stood for days, and it was apparent in his wobble.
"Where do you think you're going?" Zim asked as he stood up as well.
White arms went up to catch his balance as his ankle twisted this way and that. He took hold of the bed to keep his balance as he walked down to the end of it in a line, leaning towards the cushion the whole time. He glared up at the green nurse he was closing in on. He let go of the bed and took an awkward step closer towards him before gripping the back post of the bed again.
Zim put his hands on his hips and stared at his patient curiously, his head tilting to one side some.
The patient stared down at the shorter boy and continued his glare. Out reached his five-fingered hand to quickly capture an antenna that had been on his mind this whole time, giving it a small yank.
Zim gasped loudly and gave a tiny 'eep' his hands darting up quickly to try and save the poor stalk from the human's cold grip.
The boy grinned and let go of the bed post with his other hand and proceeded yanking the other antennae as well. He felt so right, so victorious. It was more reason to hate this nurse.
"Damn it! LEGGO!" Zim yelled, his green hands around the human's pale peachy wrists, trying to tug the appendages off his antennae.
The young teen did as he was commanded and let loose the grasp he had on the stocks just to smirk at Zim.
"What the hell was that for?" Zim asked, taking a few good steps backwards to a safe distance.
The human wobbled but caught himself on the bed, just continuing his victorious smirk. Now, now he was SURE. This Zim WAS an alien here to take over the world. Nobody would deny that. He took a few steps back, still leaning against the bed and watching Zim carefully with that smug look.
Zim continued on for the rest of the day, being careful not to go near the human unless he absolutely had to, like when he brought the human lunch, then dinner. Other than that he kept clear to the other side of the room.He almost celebrated when it was time to leave.
"Oh, hey!" Julie called out to Zim as he entered the nurse's break room the next day. She tied her short red hair back into a ponytail as she lounged back in her chair. Does this 'Julie' do anything other than nothing?"Your patient told me he doesn't like you." She smirked, tightening her hair in the small band. "Be nicer."
"Maybe I would be if he was yanking on things." Zim growled, plopping himself down in a chair, smoothing his antennae back as if they had once more been offended.
The woman shrugged and picked up a carrot from her tray. It was a lazy Sunday as always for the girl. "So, how's high-school for you?" She pondered on a thought for a bit, taking a bite of the carrot she was holding. "I mean, you look like you should be in kindergarten- how the heck are you getting by in a high school?"
"It's going just fine, thanks for asking." Zim said, the tone in his voice clearly saying he wasn't at all thankful.
Julie finished her carrot and stared at Zim a moment longer. "So I take it, nothing is going well at all?" A knowing smile traced her lips full of red lipstick.
"I don't see how it's really any of your business." Zim grumbled under his breath. "I'm making good grades, I'm not one of the loser targets of the skool bully, and I manage to keep to myself. I think I'm doing pretty ok."
"You have no friends." Julie spoke her words full of poison that were made to eat Zim up the more he sat and thought on it. "You can't have any friends, can you?" She stood up and took her tray by its sides. "But, whatever. I'm going back to work. Remember, Zim, if you need any help..." Her voice trailed as she threw away her food and without giving much time, left the room.
Zim 'hmph'ed as he stood up and went to get to work himself, hefting his book bag full of stuff to do while the stupid human was pouting and sulking.'I can have any friend I want.' He thought bitterly at Julie. 'Anyone would be honored to be the friend of Zim
That didn't seem to be the case when Zim opened the door to the room he was designated to, all he received was a glare from the boy in bed holding his note book out in his lap with a pen in hand. So it begins again.
Zim glared right back as he walked inside the room and put his book bag on the counter and said, "Look, we don't like each other, that much is clear, but I have a job to do and you need to get better and I think you cutting the tantrum act will help both of us greatly."
The boy glared deeper with hatred and began to mark words down harshly in his notebook, as if ignoring the green person entirely.
Zim just groaned and got some homework he had to make up out of his bag and sat down with it, struggling a little with the frustration of having one annoying, pale faced pig smelly in the same room with him.
After fifteen minutes of writing, finally signing his name on the paper, the pale child held the note book up high over head, proud of himself before smirking and setting it aside and stretching. He looked over at the green other doing his homework. He seemed... different today. He stared, studying the other, and finally, he knew what it was! He glared deeper at the nurse.
"What!?" Zim asked finally, unable to take the human's looks anymore. "What... do you want!?"
The boy lowered his head and glared some more. It was obvious. The conniving little alien was GROWING! He was two inches taller today than he was when they had met! He folded his arms in another defensive yet expressive pose.
When met with no answer Zim growled, almost crying out in frustration before slumping back in his seat and getting back to his homework, shooting a glare at Dib every once in a while.
The boy glared at the other for what seemed like an hour, but was really just five minutes. Much like yesterday, he removed the blankets from himself and weakly got out of the bed to walk closer to the end in a strange wobble.
Zim instinctually scooted back in his chair away from Dib, not wanting a repeat of the day before.
Orange eyes glared at Zim for a moment longer until he let go of the bed, walking astray with nothing to hold onto towards the background. He tripped a few times and had to catch himself once more on his way over.
"Where are you going, hu- uh, you!?" Zim asked, standing up in his chair, somehow feeling only MORE insecure that the human wasn't coming after him.
The young teen made a point to not pay Zim any mind as he took three more crooked steps forwards, arms outstretched to keep him steady.
Zim walked over to the human and asked again, "Where is it you're going? If you need something it's my job to get it for you, you know?"
The boy stumbled and took hold of Zim in reflex, leaning against him and tightly holding onto his shoulder to keep from falling, his eyes wide. He looked down to the one keeping him standing, and a small blush arose. He didn't want to show any dependency to this alien that he was touching, and so quickly he pushed himself back up and tried to regain balance and deciding if he should let go or not.
"Are you in here for brain damage?" Zim asked, one eye narrowing in suspicion as he put his arms on the human's shoulders to help keep him up right.
The pale face went more red and he tried to pull from Zim, tugging towards the direction of the restroom.He didn't need any help. He didn't before, and he doesn't now; not to go to the restroom at least.
"Restroom?" Zim asked, looking curiously at the door before turning to glare at the human and saying, "You really should learn to ask for help you know." He let the boy go, making sure he was steady first before pulling his hands completely away.
The patient scowled at his nurse before wobbling his way over to the door to his restroom, making sure to slam the door the best he could behind him.Now was the bad part.
Zim crossed his arms.What a rude, ungrateful little BRAT! What the hell did he have to do to prove he could help him!?
A minute went by.A red sign above the bathroom door lit up in red and a small buzzing noise sounded the room- one that would also sound on several other nurses' pager, including Zim's. Zim's training the previous week had let him know just what had happened.
Zim rushed over to the bathroom door, hesitating a moment at the thought of all the germs that must be in there before he shook himself out of it and opened the door, asking, "What's wrong, what happened?" as he went over to the human's side.
Said human breathed harshly, violently, his eyes darting all around from his position on the ground. His face was no longer pale white but a flush red and his forehead was just radiating heat. His arms were held close to his body and his legs were astray. The toilet's contents displayed the food the boy had previously eaten this morning. A sure sign he threw up.
OH NOEZ POOR HUMAN!
I hope he'll be ok!
Zim: Me
Pale Pig-Smelleh: TSI
