I feel like shit. Delilah waking up.
I left my eyes slightly closed and leaned up a little. I was lying on my top bunk in the girls' room.
I rubbed my head; it was sore, but I've had SO MUCH WORSE accidents, such as (literally) crashing into a motorcyclist when I was riding my electric razor (a brand of scooter). I still ride around on it, but just not as much, and not to school because where the hell would I put the thing?
Don't worry; he lived and neither of us had major injuries.
I opened my eyes slowly. I saw Zim playing with something Irken, sitting on my bed; to me, it looked like an iPad, just all Irken-fied.
"Dare?" he asked blissfully, "Are you awake?"
I nodded, "Yeah; I'm sore, but I don't sense any trauma or anything else."
"Good... Listen, the thing that hit you... That was Tak, with the bottom of her board." He shut the Irken iPad off.
"Damn," I burned playfully, "I wanted to get a good look at her!"
He chuckled a little bit with me. He whipped out his spider-legs and got off my bunk; I hopped off, totally ignoring the ladder.
"What are you doing in the girls bunk?" I asked softly as I pulled my laptop from the front pocket of my suitcase.
He leaned over and kissed my head. "Taking care of you," he answered.
I grabbed my laptop and headed outside the bunk room door, Zim following and retracting his legs into his Pak.
Dib was sitting on the couch, next to Calli. They were watching CSI: New York. Cal looked back at me. "Oh mah gawd! Are you OK?"
"I'm fine," I said with an anime vein on my forehead.
Zim put his arm on my shoulder lovingly. I flopped on the couch next to Dib, flipped open my laptop and started typing this.