Change of Mind Chapter three
What's with the Sombrero?
Maybe another hour into class, and Dib's head felt like it was going to split in half. It was as if there was a monkey playing drums with its feet whilst using a chainsaw to carve through his skull at the same time. But hey, at least his hand stopped bleeding. Probably so much dried blood sealing it shut for a while. But right now, Dib didn't really care about his hand. As was mentioned earlier, his head was killing him.
The page full of complex math problems sitting in front of him weren't helping one bit, either. It wasn't as though he didn't know how to solve them. In fact, he was one of the few in the class who could understand them at all. (The others being Ms. Bitters, and of course, Zim.) The pain from his head was so intense, it messed up his train of thought. He was trying to multiply seven to the third power so he could plug it into the bigger equation, but after each attempt, his brain seemed to revolt, sending more waves of pain through his skull skull. By the time class ended and the bell rang, nothing had been accomplished. Ms. Bitters gave him an F right there and left.
He walked slowly out of the classroom, holding his head with his left hand. When he got outside he sat on a bench to wait for Gaz so they could walk home together again.
"Ha, you have no idea how close you are to your demise, pitiful Earth bug." Zim cackled, poking at a bug with a stick. He ignored all the weird looks he was getting as he waited by the front door of the school. He was actually waiting for Dib to come out before he headed home. Oh, how he loved seeing the Dib in pain. It made him feel giggly and excited. Odd, but one can't help how it thinks and feels, can it?
"Let's go." Gaz said, walking right past Dib. She never said anything else. Never stopped. All she really wanted to do was finish her homework as quickly as possible so she could play her game.
Dig stood up, swinging his bag over his shoulder and following.
While sitting, hid headache had dulled down, no longer hurting him as much. And actually, by the time he got home, it was gone completely. The only part of him the still hurt was his hand, but even that wasn't as bad as before.
As soon as Dib walked through the front door, he headed to his room, dropping his bag on the bed and tossing his mouse in the garbage. The he went to the bathroom to check on his hand.
The bandage was hard from all the dried blood, and made a crinkly sound as he unwrapped it. His eyes watered as it began to tug at his skin in the places where the blood had glued it to his hand. He eventually pulled the nasty bandage off and turned on the water to rinse the blood from his hand. As the blood washed away, Dib was unhappy to admit it wasn't the prettiest sight in the world. The whole thing looked sticky and gross.
"Eww."
Dib spent the next few minutes bandaging it up again, and after he was finished, he went to his room to start his homework. Ms Bitters was relentless when it came to homework. And it really didn't help that every year she was his teacher. That confused him, but oh well.
Meanwhile, back in Zim's base, Zim sat in his computer chair, watching the Dib-thing attempt to do his homework. The notes he'd failed to take that day were important. Though Dib might be regretting it, Zim was once again smiling widely at the boy's frustration. He himself only had to feed the paper into the computer and pick it up on the way out the door.
Dib had to actually THINK about what he would write.
A laugh escaped past Zim's lips when the human finally snapped his pencil in half and threw it at the wall, dropping his head to rest on the desk. He mumbled something Zim didn't pick up, and sat there like that for a few minutes.
Then a few more minutes. "I'm getting bored now." Zim said with a frown. "Zim shall check on the results." He clicked out of the window he had up and checked to progress bar on screen. With an un-Irken-like squeal, he jumped out of his chair and made a victory pose. The bar was around ninety-three percent full! It would take only a half an hour of Irken time (Ten Earth Minutes) before he could begin the next phase! How exciting!
"Gir! GIR!" He yelled for the robot. Moments later, Gir skidded to a halt in front of Zim.
"Gir! We must beg-" He halted himself. "Why are you wearing a sombrero?" Zim examined his robot from head too toe. The SIR unit was clothed in his dog-suit, though the hood was down. That way he could wear a large sombrero on his robotic head.
"Cause the muffin man made toast!" Gir smiled up at him.
"Er... Right." Zim shook his head slightly. "Anyways. I need you to watch this bar, and tell me when it's one hundred percent full. Do you understand?"
Gir blinked up at him a few times and smiled again. "Okay!" Gir hopped into Zim's chair and sat, hunched over with his hands holding onto his toes. His eyes were focused on the bar for a full minute.
Satisfied, Zim turned to leave.
Back with Dib, however, things weren't going so well. After he threw the pencil away, Dib's headache returned. It was just a dull ache right now, but it would probably get worse again. He decided he would look for something to help with the headache before it got too out of hand.
Halfway to the staircase, a sudden stab of pain forced him to stop. "Owwwwwww....." He moaned. Now his stomach hurt as bad as his head earlier.
His mouth tasted funny now, like he'd just drunk sour milk. He covered it with his hand. That was usually the... 'Oh quiff...'
Downstairs, Gaz could hear everything going on upstairs. She twitched, missing a vampire piggy by a few pixels. When Dib got out of the bathroom... He would PAY.