DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN INVADER ZIM; ALL RIGHTS GO TO MY HERO, JHONEN VASQUEZ.

Zim's POV

I woke up, just not feeling like myself. I felt sick. "Doe! DOE! Irkeds dod't get sick!" I yelled at myself, shocked with how I sounded 'I AB ZI- achoo!" I sneezed. "Okay, so I guess ib sick." I sneezed again, and went to the bathroom, looking for the thermometer. I found it. I kept it under my tongue for fifteen minutes. Beep, beep, beep I checked my temperature. What I saw was enough to pull my eyes out of my head. I was perfectly fine, if your definition of perfectly fine is 392.8 degrees… CELCIUS! I know what you're thinking, "how is Zim alive?" well, while I don't know what the normal temperature for a human is, but, an Irkens temperature average is 102.9 degrees ferienhieght. I got a bad feeling in my squeedily-spooch, but not because I was hungry. I threw the toilet open and barfed for five minutes straight. I felt a bit better, but, I knew I was in NO CONDITION to go to school. I had robo-dad call school and tell them his son was too sick to go to school today. I went to the couch, and lay down. GIR ran up to me, a blanket flapping behind him, holding a trashcan and tissue box in his claw. "Don't worry, Mary,' he said, sitting me up "I'll take care of you." He pulled out a red, syrup-ey liquid and a spoon. He put some of the liquid on the spoon, and put it to my lips. Instead of fighting like I usually would, I just drank it. GIR patted my head "good." He covered me with the blanket, put a pillow under me, and left the room. "I'll make you some toast for later, if you feel up to it, Kay?" "Kay, I guess." I muttered, falling asleep.

GIR'S POV

Poor, poor, POOR master. I thought as I made the toast. So sick, so alone. I wish I could catch the flu so I could understand. I kept thinking about what to do so I could help him. I decided to look up Irken flu on the Irken internet once the toast was done. It popped, and I went to look. I typed, "Irken flu" into the search bar, and about a million results popped up. How to contrast the Irken flu, no, definition of the Irken flu, no… how to cure the Irken flu! Perfect! To cure the Irken flu, one would have to administer a shot of cobalt into the- ew! But, if it was for master's health, I was willing to shove a needle in any part of his body. I sighed. "Computer, do we have any cobalt or a needle?" "sure." Computer answered, teleporting the red liquid ant the shot into the room "here you are. Why do you need it?" "check the internet history." Computer did, and when he got to the part where it told him where to administer the shot, he shouted out, "EW! GIR, tell me you're not going to do that!" "I have no choice. Besides, I'm not doing it NOW." I grabbed the needle, and kept it in my thermos head. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to get master some toast." I walked into the kitchen, and got the toast for him. Now, I had to figure out the best time to give him the shot.