YES! Chapter 10! I never thought this day would come! I might have to split in half to hug myself! And, as an added happeh, I am now on deviantArt as 'MooseyFateSaysZim'. Go there to look at these guys, the Elric brothers (I can draw armor Al! Yay, me!).

Now to see what's happened to the Dib-monkey.

Zim rushed to Dib's side, causing Gir to fall over, where he lay on the floor, flopping happily. "Dib, are you all right?" Zim asked. There was no answer. "Dib, hey! Wake up!" Dib moaned quietly. He had a fever. "One thing after another… Gir!" said Zim.

Gir stopped his flopping and looked up. "Mm?"

"Help me pick him up!"

Gir nodded, and gleefully helped his master lead the Dib- monkey over to the couch. He didn't know what was going on, and assumed that it was a game. Zim told him to get a blanket while he got in touch with Gaz. Gir smiled, and skipped away to find one.

When he got back, the Dib was awake. Zim sat on the edge of the couch, looking worried. "How you feeling?" he asked the Dib.

"Not the best in the world. Hey, here's a question," said Dib. "Why is it that you're the one who has to come all the way home, cold and soaking wet, and I'm the one who gets sick?"

Zim grinned. "I guess I always have had better luck than you."

"Yeah," agreed the Dib with a weak laugh. Gir smiled. Then the laugh turned into a coughing fit.

"You okay?"

Dib doubled over, coughing. "It… *cough*… hurts…. *cough cough*" Gir began to worry. The Dib-monkey was hurting? He knew then it wasn't a game.

Dib coughed harder. Zim had put a hand on his back. Dib kept coughing, and a thick, red liquid came out. He hacked out a few more mouthfuls, then stared, horrified into his hand.

Zim looked down at the stuff, which now covered Dib's hand. "What is it?" he asked, then made a terrifying connection.

Zim thought back to his attempted suicide. The same substance had come from Zim's wrist. It was blood.

He had had no idea that humans could cough the stuff up. Zim knew that it gushed out upon injury, so he wondered if Dib was hurt.

"Blood…" whispered Dib. "Not good."

Gir was scared. He didn't know what this 'blood' was, but it was apparently a very scary thing to see.

Zim's heart started racing. He looked at Gir. "What do you think we should do?" Gir started crying. He didn't know either. And Dib had passed out again. Zim somehow got Gir to settle down, and they both carried Dib upstairs and put him down on Zim's bed.

Zim immediately went to the computer and typed in 'coughing up blood'. He looked for awhile, and eventually concluded that Dib had pneumonia. Every symptom matched. He looked up how to take care of someone with such a disease. They had no 'antibiotics' (whatever THAT was), so simply caring for the boy would have to do.

Zim went back into the room to find Dib barely awake, and shivering. "Cold…" murmured Dib, in a voice barely above a whisper.

Gir then piled every blanket he could find on top of Dib. Zim looked angrily at Gir, then sighed. "Better?"

Dib weakly shook his head. Zim sighed. They had run out of things to cover him with. Then Zim got an idea….

AVAVAVAVAVAVAV

Dib woke up in the middle of the night. He felt weak, and still very tired. His chest hurt terribly, as though he were being stabbed. He saw Gir, sleeping in a chair, and in front of Dib's face was Gir's little piggy. Dib vaguely remembered Gir handing him the pig, but not much else. Except…..

He felt someone's arms wrapped around his waist. Dib began to struggle. "Hey! Let me go!"

"Dib?" said a voice. "You're awake."

"Zim?" asked Dib. "Is that you?"

"Yes, it's me! Dumb li'l moose." Zim frowned. "Now shut up. I'm trying to keep you warm."

"How? By giving me a heart attack?"

Zim looked at him. "Would that work?"

Dib frowned. "Let's not find out. Get off me!"

Zim sighed. "I can't," he said. "I'm trying to keep you warm."

"But I'm not cold!"

"Good. Then it's working."

"Let go!"

"No!"

"Gay!"

"What?! How is Zim gay?!"

Dib sighed. "You don't get it do you?"

"Get WHAT?" asked Zim.

"My point exactly."

Oh, wow. Really, wow. Okay, it seems Zim really is slow.

Thanks to Carolin, Caro, you know who you are! Thanks for the idea. Like, a lot.

AAAAND For the special 10th anniversary (or whatever), Keef shall sing you a song.

Keef: La-

MQuinn1234: *shoots with 12-gauge* DIE!!

Me: Okaay, then. Now Tak will sing you a song.

Tak: No!

Me: Aww… But you have such a pwetty voice! (sparkly chibi eyes)

Tak: Oh… Well then okay.

Me: HAHA! EXCELLENT! MY PLAN IS A SUCCESS!

Tak: What?!

Me: Nothing… Here's the song.

Tak: I'm not singing th-

Me: PWEEEEEEEEEEESE! You're really REALLY pretty, Tak. Like really. Isn't she PRETTY, guys?

Dib: Oh, yeah!

Gir: I like noodles!

Zim: Meh.

Me: *picks Zim up and throws him* Bye. Forget Zim. He wasn't even here.

Dib: Yes he was.

Me: Riiight. *pats Dib, then does the 'he's crazy' little finger loop*

Tak: Oh, fine! *sigh* I'm a cucumber, I'm a cucumber, I'm a cucumber, I'm a cucumber, I'm a cucumber, I'm a cucumber, I'm a cucumber, so please don't take me to the pickle farm!!

All: LOL!

Tak: Silence!! I KILL you!!

Please review, and remember, the contest is still on. ^^