A/N: Hi, I'm back with an update! I know, I actually updated within the same month, that's sad. Well, it's short- but the next update should be up by Friday. I hope you enjoyed. Ahh his chapter honestly is the worst. But; if I worry about perfection then I can never move forward as an author. So, please bear with me. I don't own Invader Zim, or the cover. IZ belongs to the wonderful Jhonen, and the cover was drawn by the fabulous Invader Bean, go read her stories they're so good! Thank you once again! Also, thank you Catscratch9 for reviewing! I'm also excited to see how this turns out (Ha-ha).
After forty-five minutes of driving down steep, spiraling, mountain roads, I pulled into the driveway of a familiar blue house. It's not exactly my house per-say, my sister is letting me stay until I get accepted to a college or get a steady job. I feel bad, I've mooching off her since mom died, three years ago. Once I get back on my feet I'll definitely make it up to her. I turned off the car and walked around to the back. Blitz followed at my heels, vaguely curious of our guest. They were still unconscious, but surprisingly, they looked, better? The gash on their forehead was closing up, and I think that whatever stab wound they received stopped bleeding. I pulled them gently out of the car, carrying them 'bridal-style'. I kicked the car door closed behind me, and walked back to the house. We never needed keys because we live so far up in the mountains, the only people we really see are the tourists out for camping and the occasional hobo. I managed to switch to one arm and opened the door, stepping out of my muddy shoes. Christine definitely would not appreciate me tracking fresh mud and dirt all over the house. The lights flickered for a moment, before giving a steady, yellow, glow.
Blitz skipped excitedly around my feet, glad to be home. He ran to his bed (at the corner of the kitchen), rolling contently in the plush cushion and among his toys. I gave him a tired smile, trudging to the couch and gently laying the alien on top.
Now in this light I could see them, and their injuries a bit more clearly. They had green skin that was pelted with different scars and bruises. They were wearing what looked like a blue tunic, the sleeves and bottom hemmed were ripped and quite possibly burned off. Their shoes were still intact, however, they seemed to be made of a rubbery material and reached halfway up their calves. The same could not be said for their pants unfortunately, the gray leggings were ripped off at the knees, they were covered in burns and tears. The alien was completely bald, there was not a single hair found on their skin, the only thing that resembled hair were two long, curly, antennae that jutted from the top of their head. I truly felt embarrassed about doing this, but it was necessary. I gently lifted up their shirt to check if there was any other injuries. A bit of rubble must have punctured their abdomen, because something that resembled a bullet wound embedded itself into their midsection. It seemed to be closing up, but it would be wise to clean it and bandage it anyway.
I retreated to the bathroom to grab the first aid kit from the medicine cabinet. 'It is truly amazing, this alien's healing capabilities exceeded a human's ten-fold! It has only been a few hours and they already looked so much better than from when I first pulled them out from the ship.' I quickly peeked inside the kit, making sure there was disinfectant and gauze. Good to go, I switched off the light and returned to the living room. The alien made themselves comfortable on the couch, now sleeping soundly. Well, it wasn't like they were awake before or anything, but they just looked… At peace.
I crouched beside them, opening the kit and taking out it's contents. "Don't freak out, I just need to clean your wounds." I whispered to them, gently shaking their shoulder. They seemed to twitch an antennae in response, I'll take that as they heard me. I poured some iodine on a clean rag, and dabbed lightly at the gash on their forehead. The alien hissed softly in reaction to the cold towel coming into contact with their skin. I pulled back and reached for the wrap of gauze. Unraveling it to an arms length, I cut the fabric and placed the rest of the roll back in the kit. Taking one end of the bandage, I pressed it lightly to the injury and began to wrap it around the back of their head, over the front, and around the back once more. After securing it with medical tape, I lifted their tunic to see the punctured area on their abdomen. It was almost healed, now looking more like a scrape. I grabbed the iodine once more, and a cotton ball. The rust-colored liquid absorbed into the cotton pad, staining it bright red. I swabbed the injured area a few times. No need to bandage this, just let it heal.
By the time I was finished, the sun had come up over the mountains, how long was I up? 'Too long.' I concluded, not bothering to close up the first aid kit, and trudged to my room. The morning light already peeked through the curtains, drawing little streaks and patches on the wood floor. I grumbled and drew the curtains closed, the room being enclosed in darkness once more. I sighed and began to change into something a little more comfortable. I kicked off my jeans, and pulled off my shirt, that was stained with sweat and mud. I pulled on a clean, over-sized, gray sweatshirt, and collapsed on the mattress.