A.N.: Sorry the update took so long. I just had no idea where to take this story, even though I know how it's going to end. This is just a random idea I've had floating around in my head since before I decided to put this story line with Invader Zim. I thought it would be very funny, and a good way for Red to start to get to know Purple without Purple being all tense and nervous, like he always is. Please review and tell me what you think, if you like it or not.
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Purple was disturbed from a light sleep by the sound of coughing. Opening his eyes just enough to be able to see, he got up and headed for the sound. Many years of experience in maneuvering through dark, unfamiliar rooms kept him from running into anything. It also kept him from realizing just where he was, or that it WASN'T Senator Kejin who was coughing. Moving automatically towards the sound, he didn't even bother to wake up fully. He knew how to handle it better than by heart.
Red woke up feeling strange. Not quite sure what was wrong, he sat up, intending on going to the bathroom. He didn't even get onto his feet before he started coughing. His chest felt constricted, and he was short of breath. Realizing he must be sick, Red once again tried to stand up. A wave of dizziness forced him back down.
Just as Red felt he would surely pass out, Purple came in. His eyes were mostly closed, and moving as if on autopilot. Red watched him in slight amazement through the hacking. He crossed to the bedside table and seemed to be looking for something. Not finding it, he sighed in annoyance, and turned to Red.
Looking him in the face as well as he could, Red saw that Purple was, indeed, mostly asleep. 'I wonder if he even realizes where he is,' Red wondered. Moving with the efficiency of many years of practice, Purple maneuvered Red onto his stomach, his head over the end of the bed. He pressed hard down on Red's back, and Red could feel the phlegm being forced up. He coughed it out onto the floor. Purple repeated this several times, until Red felt like he really could breathe again.
With that, Purple helped Red back up, and lay him on the bed. Red took a better look at him. Purple continued as if sleepwalking, not saying a word to Red. He pulled the covers over Red's legs, and walked from the room. Red found himself thinking of how the Senator put him down as he heard liquid being run from the sink. Just how long had Purple been working for him? And how did he get that job anyway? How long had he been forced to put up with the Senator's verbal abuse? 'No wonder he's so skittish,' Red thought. 'He's had that job for WAY too long.'
Just then, Purple came back in with a bowl of liquid and two washcloths. He soaked them both in the liquid and put one of them over Red's forehead. With the other, he began to clean the floor. "No, you don't have to do that," Red called out. Seeming to shrug, Purple stopped and, without even really opening his eyes or saying a word, he left.
Red stared after him in amazement. Had all that really happened, or had it been a bizarre dream? He pinched himself. Nope, definitely awake. He settled back down onto the pillow, and started to doze off. He got to sleep quicker than he thought possible, with all the questions buzzing around in his head.