Gee, thanks a lot! A WHOLE BUNCH of people reviewed and so I had to continue tonight or suffer my conscious's wrath.
Sadly, you only get one more chapter tonight. Naeka's spending the night and she forced me into dresses, cutting into my valuable typing time.
Worst of all, I half wish my boyfriend could've seen me in said dresses...
Anyway, enjoy!
Better
"It's medicine to help your flu."
I stared weakly at the bottle of red, syrupy liquid Gaz was holding in one hand. Held in the other was GIR's decapitated head. Behind her, GIR was running repeatedly into a wall.
Eh, he'd had worse.
"I'm not drinking it," I muttered, clamping my mouth shut.
"Zim, it's MEDICINE! Don't you know what medicine does?"
"Of course, I'm not stupid."
"Oh, I'd beg to differ."
"Shut up Gaz." He turned to me; I was still in his lap.
Not that I minded, of course.
"So, Zim, what does medicine do?"
"Makes you even more sick."
Gaz raised an eyebrow. "He does have a point."
"Gaz!"
"Besides, there's water in it!" I added, glaring venomously at the medicine.
"Only a tiny bit!"
"Dib, water is the base ingredient of this stuff."
"Gaz, quit making it worse!"
"I'm not drinking it," I hissed.
"Oh, just let him die, it's what you wanted."
"No it's not! Not anymore…"
I stared at Dib in amazement. Was he feeling the same sensation I was?
Silently, I grabbed the bottle and downed it, grimacing as it scolded my throat.
I was feeling better, but the medicine had nothing to do with it.