The tiny robot ran frantically through the base, then screamed: "COMPUTER!"
No answer.
"COMPUTER?"
No answer.
"TACOS?!"
Then suddenly it dawned on him. There was no power, no computer.. No microwave.
GIR started crying at the top of his lungs.
Zim covered his antennae at the sound of his SIR unit's voice blasting through the floor.
The base's heat by now was completely gone.
Curling deeper into the blanket, Zim observed his breath producing fog in front of his face.
I need help.
The sickly alien attempted to stand, but was so weak that he collapsed under his own, light, weight.
"Giirrr.."
Gir heard a thud echo through the ceiling, followed by his master's voice. Turning into duty-mode, he flew straight through said ceiling, barely missing Zim.
The robot's eyes faded back to teal, "Master?" He walked over to the alien, and cuddled him.
Zim blushed, this time he had nothing on his mind other than fear. Gir's touch, for once, was soothing.
"Gir.. I-I need you to get help.. The Dib-" He coughed. "The Dib may have.. A heat source or.. Antidote."
"I don't wanna.." Gir complained, but dashed out of the house anyway.