A few things! I dont own Invader Zim, If i had, there would have there would have been more- *ahem* Anyway, I forgot in the first chapter, to thank The Almighty Authoress for Beta-ing!
On with the butcher of two wonderful fandoms!
The doctor looked up from the young man he had been trying to save for the last hour, as a flat line continued; telling him it would be impossible to save this one, though he had tried so hard.
Somehow, though few of Dib's bones broke, the force of the car and more likely, the shock of it, ruptured... something, like an organ or vein, the doctor couldn't find out what, not in time anyway. The poor boy had bled out on the inside. The doctor shuddered, asking for the official ToD. Internal bleeding was not the easiest way to go, not by a long shot, but it also wasn't the worst. He walked out of the Emergency Room, pulling the face mask down. He looked for anyone who might be waiting for this boy.
He found three people, all children. The first, sitting in the bright orange plastic chair by the ER door, was a girl playing a GS-3 with a gothic look to her, which surprised the doctor, the Gothic look was rare now that the dead were walking. The second sat next to her in a blue chair, he was smaller than her, his skin was green tinged and he still wore his backpack. He was clutching his knees to his chest, muttering quietly to no one. The third stood next to the boy, talking constantly. The doctor recognized this boy as Keef, as the boy himself told him two years and seven months ago, when the boy had come in with several broken bones and amnesia. All three looked at the doctor, the girl pausing her game, the green boy's eyes pleading for good news and Keef actually shutting up.
The doctor took a deep breath, gathering his wits. "I'm sorry, kids. Time of death at 4:37 PM." He looked away from them, mentally cursing this part of the job.
Tears welled up in the eyes of the boy and girl. The girl fiercely blinked the tears away, leaping to her feet to face the doctor. "He can't be dead! My brother's too stupid to realize he's dead!"
"Well, your brother is like 15 or 16, right? It's possible he may... come back, as it were." The doctor said, not so sure he wasn't about to die himself.
"Gaz..." Keef whispered quietly, "You're freakin' out Doctor Nick..." He flinched when she glanced at him, yet when she looked back at the Doctor, she didn't seem as ready to kill... something.
"Yes. That's right. That's what will happen." Gaz looked at the green boy. "ZIM! Quit muttering and get up!" She glared at the Doctor. "And you. Call me as soon as Dib wakes up or I will plunge you into a nightmare realm of pain where you cannot escape." Gaz stomped off, leaving Zim and Keef to follow in the wake. She could be vaguely heard telling Keef to leave before the doors slammed behind them.
I'm starting to hope he does wake up. If only for MY sake! Dr. Nick thought, and turned towards the door to the E.R. He lifted the face mask into place, the metal door shutting behind him, as solid as the door on Dib's life.
Later, Zim's base
Zim sat on his couch, staring at the TV, its blank screen saying nothing. He was without his disguise, a small stink-pig "ceil-fone" sat on the couch beside him. He worried his lip in thought.
Is there anything I can do to cement his return? He thought of the samples and notes he and Dib-dead took, and the experiments they had done together. Zim smiled at the memories before returning to his mental path.
Dib-dead couldn't be perma-dead! Perma-dead were for more pathetic human stink-pigs! Dib...Dib was Zim's kill! Not to be taken away by some stoopid human "karr"!
Dib had challenged Zim. Dib threatened Zim. Dib had hurt Zim... And yet, healed Zim, and helped Zim. It was... infuriating, to say the least.
Zim leaned his head back against the support of the couch muttering, as he had since he had heard of Dib-stupid's accident. "Stupid Zim. Letting yourself get attached to a short-lived pig-stink enemy. Guess... the Tallest were right... about..." Zim swallowed, wanting neither words nor tears to escape. He closed his eyes, willing sleep, however temporary a relief, to take him.