Ch. 4 _Since NOTHING else will prevent this from being a big paragraph, I'll have to use the lines. _ Professor Membrane was awoken by Dib two hours later. _ "Dad? You promised me you would eat something. _ "Indeed." _ "So I made you some soup. Please eat it." _ Professor Membrane wanted Dib to get out. Well, he SORT OF liked the attention Dib was giving him, but mostly it was just annoying. Suddenly, Gaz kicked open the door. To Professor Membrane, the sound was supersonic. _ "Dib, YOU took my GameSlave, didn't you?" Dib was sort of annoyed that Gaz was completely oblivious to the fact that their father had just buried his head under his pillow because of the noise, and also very unwell. _ "Gaz, shhhhhhhhhhh," said Dib, a bit louder than necessary. Professor Membrane groaned. _ "DIB, DON'T TELL ME WHAT TO DO. I KNOW YOU TOOK MY GAMESLAVE, AND I. WANT. IT. BACK!" _Gaz yelled the last part as loud as possible, it seemed. Professor Membrane shook, either with agony or rage. Probably a combination of both. _ "Kids, if you cannot speak in a NORMAL volume, then please exit the room." Professor Membrane pointed to the door. Gaz grabbed Dib by the ear and dragged him out. _ "Dib, why aren't you trying to turn in Zim? Have you gave up the paranormal again?" _ "Dad's sick, so I'm taking care of him. He won't eat anything. _ "Idiot, I can get him to eat." Gaz went into the kitchen and got a piece of bread. She popped it in the toaster. _ "You're welcome." Dib just stared a bit, then shrugged. He brought the toast up to his dad's room. To his dismay, Professor Membrane was asleep. _ "Oh well, I'll give this to him when he wakes up." _ A couple hours later, Membrane woke up. He felt like someone had beaten his back with a nice, solid stick. Dib stood at the end of his bed. _ "Dad. You're awake. Can you eat something now?" Dib's eyes were big. Professor Membrane couldn't bear it. His son seemed so innocent. But he wasn't hungry, and he was afraid he might throw up if he ate anything. _ "Son I—" the way Dib was staring at him with those eyes. He was genuinely concerned for his father. He was going to eat it. For his son! _ A couple hours later, Membrane was over the toilet, puking up whatever Dib had gave him. He knew it was a bad idea, but he didn't want to make Dib nervous. But what he didn't realize was that he was making Dib even more nervous. Dib looked at his father curled up in bed, all pale and helpless. He knew what he had to do. He had to see . . . Zim. _ Zim'll be in the next chapter, ya fangirls.