Chapter 2
"W-what?" Zim slowly opened his eyes. He looked around. His vision was bleary but he could feel something pick him up. He was on a stretcher.
"Thank goodness you're awake!" A paramedic said. "We were worried about you when you wouldn't wake up. Now we've just got to get you to a hospital and you'll be fine."
"Hm?" Zim said. Then he fully awoke and screamed. "AH!" He grabbed a communicator from his PAK. "GIR! Come to the skool quick! I'm in danger! The mission is in peril! Take me home!"
In a matter of seconds, a green robot dog flew in and picked Zim up off the stretcher. Then they zoomed back to the base.
"AH! GIR! SLOW DOWN!" The Irken cried out. Then the two crashed through the door of the house.
"Welcome home son!" The robot parents said before placing the door back onto its hinges.
"T-Thank you, Gir." Zim stood up. Then he wobbled and fell onto his back. He took off his contacts and wig and placed them on the floor next to him. He moaned and curled up on his side. He felt really sick. He tried to stand up again but he was so shaky it was nearly impossible.
"Gir…" He said. "I need to…get to my…computer…"
"Okey dokey!" Gir picked up the Irken and walked over to the trash can. Then he placed Zim inside and the Irken slid down to the base. Gir jumped in and followed behind.
Zim crawled over to the chair in front of the computer.
"Computer…" He said weakly. "I need you…to…look up…vaccinations."
Vaccines are preparations administered to stimulate the immune system to produce antibodies against that disease. The computer answered.
"Hm?" Zim mumbled, half asleep.
It injects an inactive germ into a human's body so they can build an immune system to it. The computer voice said annoyed.
"WHAT? So they've injected something into my body? Ah! They know! We have to evacuate and leave the base!"
No, Zim, it's normal for humans to do this. They do vaccinations in order to keep from getting sick with a virus.
"Oh." The Irken sighed and lay back in the chair. "Wait! What would happen if an Irken were to receive one of these vaccines?"
It depends on the illness.
"Look up moon pox."
Hm… The computer searched the disease. Although the disease isn't fatal, the germ may reactivate do to some of the substances in Irken blood, causing one to end up receiving the illness.
"Oh, curse those Earth scum!" Zim muttered under his breath. "And is there any way to get rid of this illness?"
No.
"LIES!"
Just get some rest and it'll clear up in a few days! The computer sounded irritated.
"Foolish humans!" Zim stood up from the chair. "A silly shot won't be able to stop me from taking over their planet! I am ZIM!" Suddenly, everything looked blurry and the alien fell onto his side. He curled into a fetal position and moaned. His head throbbed and he felt like someone was tying his squeedily spooch into a balloon animal. The pain was unbearable, but he did his best not to cry.
"Are you okay, master?" Gir walked over.
"Huh?" Zim groaned as he sat up. "Actually Gir…no…I'm not. Please, try not to bother me…" Then the Irken fell onto his back. He felt tired and hot. Zim just wanted to lay there.
Suddenly he was lifted up. He opened his eyes and saw Gir was carrying him back upstairs. The robot placed Zim on the couch and draped a blanket over him.
What? What is this nonsense? Zim thought to himself. Why is Gir doing this? I never told him to put me on the couch! He never focuses on something for more than a minute!
"I FLUFFED YOU UP A CHICKEN!" Gir yelled in Zim's ears before holding up a pillow. Zim leaned his head forward so Gir could place the cushion behind him. Then the robot turned the television on and sat down to watch the scary monkey show. The Irken looked at his robot suspiciously, forgetting about the pain he was in.
I'll have to look into this sudden change in Gir's behavior…but…maybe later… Zim yawned as drowsiness overcame him and he closed his eyes, getting the rest he needed. Gir turned around and smiled at his master. Then he turned the volume on the TV down.
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