The Sickness
Part Three
The day seemed to go by agonizingly slow for Zim and his headache hadn't seemed to have gotten better; on the contrary, had gotten worse. As time went by, his entire body began be filled with agony. Zim tried his best to keep his eyes open but was slowly becoming more and more exhausted by the second. As the other kids read through the material assigned for the class, Dib continued to watch his rival; an angry scowl on his face. 'I know you're planning something Zim.' Dib thought to himself, staring over at the young Irken. 'You can't fool me.' His thoughts were suddenly interrupted as something pounded on his desk. He snapped out of it, turning his gaze up and found his teacher angrily staring back at him.
"Read." She snarled.
Dib did as he was told and turned toward his open book, but still couldn't stop from wondering about what Zim could possibly be scheming. After what seemed like an eternity, the final bell rang and everyone was able to leave. Breathing out a sigh of relief, Zim let out another cough as he got up from his seat, a bit too quickly, and began to feel a bit light headed; causing him to stagger back for a moment, but soon left the room. Dib followed close behind; wondering what Zim was up to. But right when he reached the hallway, Dib stared in shock as he saw Zim slumped against one of the lockers outside of the room.
"Zim!" He shouted.
Zim cringed at the voice.
"Tell me what you're planning!" Zim didn't answer for a moment.
"Leave me alone." Zim moaned out.
A sudden wave of nausea began to overwhelm him once again, his vision becoming extremely blurry as he stood up.
"Enough with the charade, Zim!" Dib snapped. "I know your scheming something and I'll find out what it is!"
Zim snarled at the twelve-year-old standing there.
"For the final time, I'm not-" He coughed harshly again. "Pulling anything!"
Zim took a couple steps away from the wall.
"All I wish to do is..." Zim wasn't able to finish his sentence as he suddenly felt a sharp pang that added to his already raging headache. "Ugh..." He moaned and soon lost his balance as his legs buckled beneath him, causing him to fall to the floor as everything around him seemed to be spinning.
"Zim?" Dib asked now a bit more confused than angry.
Zim didn't answer as he felt something come up again. Zim tried his best to hold back the feeling but was hit by another wave of nausea. Zim kept his gaze to the floor as he let out a another rough cough. Then all at once, Zim's body lurched and he began to release everything onto the tile floor beneath him in a thick puce colored substance. Dib stared in shock as the young Irken coughed and retched, the contents of what he might have eaten last to spread across the tile floor.
"Eww! Oh my God! Look at Zim!" Shouted one of the kids in the hallway and soon others gathered around the poor distressed Irken on the ground and began to laugh as Zim tried his best to stop, but was quickly losing. Zim squeezed his eyes shut as tears of pain threatened to fall as continued to hack and retch all over the tiled floor. Zim's entire body shook as he tried to catch his breath, letting out a few more coughs after there was nothing left for him to empty out onto the floor. Zim tried to stand up but his legs seemed to not respond.
"...Zim?" Came a quiet and familiar voice from beside him.
Zim flinched, expecting a blow from his rival, but nothing came.
"Zim. Are you okay?" Dib asked, concern tingeing his voice.
Zim let out another rough cough.
"Go away." He managed and felt more nausea hit him and he began to dry heave for there seemed to be nothing left to come up onto the floor.
Without thinking, Dib reached out and placed his hand on Zim's back, which Zim yelped and angrily smacked it away.
"Ow! Zim, what the heck! I'm just trying to help!" Dib shouted, becoming exasperated by Zim's reaction as he rubbed his sore hand. Zim wiped his mouth with the sleeve of his shirt.
"I don't need your pity, you stupid human." Zim growled, trying not to be sick again. "Now get away from me!"
"Fine, Zim." Dib huffed, standing up again. "Go ahead and not accept my help."
As Dib said this, Zim stayed where he was before finally being able to get to his feet, using the wall as support as he began to leave. After that moment, the other kids soon found nothing of interest and soon the crowd began to disperse. Dib continued to watch in the direction Zim had went wondering if he should follow him or just head home.
"Hey, are you just going to stand there, or are we going home?" Asked an irritated voice, which caused Dib to turn around to see Gaz standing there impatiently.
"Um... Yeah." Dib replied finally. "Let's go."
And soon, the two siblings left the building and began their walk home. Zim in the meantime had already reached his base. Shivering, he soon entered the green and purple oddly shaped house, feeling overly exhausted from the walk home. After closing the door, he slowly began to take off his disguise.
"Master!" Came a happy shrilled cry as the small silver and cyan robot known as Gir ran into the room. "I's making waffles!"
Zim, now out of his disguise, cringed as more nausea began to come over him and he let out a harsh cough. Gir cocked his head to the side.
"Master?" He asked. "You okay, Master?" Zim didn't answer as he stood there, using the wall to support him as he began to feel queasy. Zim fought back the urge of being sick again. "Gir... I..." He trailed off, not knowing what to say as he let out another cough.
"You looks so sad." Gir said frowning. "You needs a big hug!"
With that being said, Gir latched himself onto the young Irken's body.
"Gah! Gir, listen to me." Zim said, managing to pull Gir off and set him back onto the floor. "I have not been feeling that well and believe I have caught an Earth illness."
Gir continued to stare as he cocked his head the other way. Zim sighed in aggravation.
"That means I'm sick, Gir." He said finally. "I wish to not be bothered for the time being."
As Zim said this he let himself fall to the floor, keeping his gaze at the ground; coughing once again, his already burning throat stinging horribly with every cough and soon began to repeat what had happened earlier that day, though it was not as messy as it had been before. Soon after it began it stopped. Zim wiped his mouth with the sleeve of his shirt as he sat on the floor.
"Master?" Gir asked, looking a bit scared now as he inched closer. "Please don't be all pukey no more."
He began to hug Zim again but not as hard as he had before.
"Please don't be sick no more?" Gir whimpered, hugging Zim a little tighter. "I scared."
"Gir..." Zim started, trailing off with another cough. "It... It's okay Gir," Zim said after a moment before coughing again. "I'm sorry that I frightened you." Zim tried to smile but soon let out another harsh cough. "Zim... Will try to get... Better."
With that said, Zim was finally able to stagger to his feet as Gir let go. Zim soon began to feel a bit lightheaded as he stood then laid himself down on the living room couch, wincing at the pain in his side as he drew in a breath, letting it out quickly; causing him to cough a few more times before he could rest on the couch. Still quite a bit scared, Gir slowly got up from the floor, crawled up beside his sick master and snuggled up next to him as Zim slowly began to drift off to a weary dreamless sleep.
Okay... So here's the next part :D Sorry if it seemed kinda weird ^^; But I'm not used to writing about people being sick and stuff ^^;^^; But anyways, I hope this part was a little bit longer and that you still like it :D Also, I know I've made Dib a big jerk :( But don't worry, things will be different :D Anyways, I'll have the next part up soon R&R PLEASE! THANKS :D:D
