Ta da! Here's chapter 4! But, here! Have some Gir cuteness! =D


Chapter 4: Broken but healing

Dib's p.o.v

I quietly left Zim's lab where he was lying on the metal table and hooked up to an IV that was supplying him with blood. I'd spent countless and antagonizing hours fixing him with all sorts of strange alien medicines and operating on his broken bones. There was a lot of damage to be repaired.

Something in his squeedily-spooch had ruptured so I had to fix that before he'd bleed out internally. His PAK had been dinted and needed fixing. Thankfully most of his other injuries were minor, but after all the damage he'd taken, it would take a while before he would fully heal.

Poor Zim looked terrible, his usually pale jade skin was blotched with ugly blue patches, one of his legs was broken in four different places and his kneecap had been dislocated. His left arm was also dislocated and two of his fingers were broken, his right arm still had a huge chunk missing from the cutting his leaders had done. I shuddered, remembering all the screaming, tears and blood. It still terrified me.

I continued walking though the hallway until I came to the elevator. It opened to reveal a little cyan eyed robot wearing a fluffy, pink apron that said 'food is good' in a strange font.

"Hi Mary!" It screamed and waved vigorously. "Is mastah wake yet!"

I stepped inside the elevator alongside Gir. "No Gir. He's still asleep." I told the little metal guy, his antenna drooped at the news.

"Aww. I'm gonna make waffles to get him ups! Mastah loves waffles!" he shrieks happily, sticking his tongue out. I shook my head at the little robot. He was really cute sometimes.

"I don't think waffles will help him Gir. He can't eat while he's sleeping." I explain gently.

"Aww, wassa matter with mastah then?" Gir asked me, his eyes tearing slightly. I closed my eyes and tried to explain the situation to the clueless robot.

"I understaaaaaand." He said, poking his tongue out again and smiling. I sighed and looked away, shaking my head again.

The elevator stopped at the lounge room. It was still covered in blue blood, and the smell was making my head spin. It smelled rusty and sour, kind of like my dad's lab after a failed experiment…and by failed I mean an explosion.

I stepped out of the elevator followed closely by Gir. We walked to the kitchen where Gir started making waffles and I searched for things to clean with. I opened every cupboard in there but found nothing.

"Computer!" I called out. Maybe he knew where things were.

"What nooow…" It groaned.

"Does Zim have any cleaning supplies?"

"Well, he had some a minute ago." It said.

I waited a minute but the computer didn't say anything else. "Well, what happened to them?" I ask impatiently.

"Gir started making waffles, so your chances of finding any useful products are doubtful. Why?"

I looked over to Gir and sure enough he was pouring about forty bottles of liquid spray into a bowl.

"Great." I sighed, holding my head in my hands. Without looking up, I addressed the computer. "Can you clean up the mess in the lounge room then? Please?"

The computer grumbled but got to work, vaporizing every trace of blue blood it could find.

"Done. Can I go now?" The computer asked, even more annoyed now.

"Yeah, yeah. Sure. Go." I said as I slid into a chair in the kitchen. I watched Gir dance around the kitchen for a while before realizing how tired I was.

I'd been with Zim all…night? Maybe day. I wasn't sure since he didn't have any clocks around here that wasn't in his language, but it had been many hours either way...or had it? I rested my head on the table and shut my eyes.

"Aww. Mary's sleeping." Gir cooed as he saw me resting at the table. "I'll be right back!" He screamed and ran out of the kitchen. He returned a few seconds later with a red blanket, a maroon pillow and rubber pig. He gently slid the pillow under my head and the blanket around me.

"Thanks Gir." I mumbled against the comfortable pillow.

"G'night, Mary." He whispered and stroked my head as I fell into a deep sleep.


What did you think? Any good?

Princess-of-Your-Doom95: Dib will fix hm. Don't worry. ^_^

MANIC-DEMON: baaahhh! Here's what happens! XD

SecretTTfanT: Two weeks is soon, right. Ha...ha... *sweats a little*

Emily-Twilight: I love dark matter in a jar... And the Tallest suck! They suck tacos...

Lovegirl1: *Closes window and shuts blind* Just in case... And thank you!

SpeakWthAction: I never liked them either. That's why I decieded to do that to Zim. I'm sooo mean :D

LadyKale: Sure does, huh?

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