(A/N): Well the last chapter was pretty short, so here's another one, hot off the press. And unlike everything else hot off the press, it contains nothing about this financial depression! Yay!
IMPORTANT NOTE AT THE END OF THE CHAPTER!
I coughed and gasped for air and tried to roll myself off my stomach and onto my back. The ex-physician had pressed the emergency button and suddenly the doors slammed open and in poured three other doctors and two nurses. They quickly eased me into a stretcher and lay me back on the bed. Tallest Red walked from the room, saying something to the ex-physician about telling him when it was done.
A doctor got a hold of a robot arm and jammed it quite forcefully into my PAK – checking my BFM port for any dramatic changes. I groaned loudly and they all started muttering among themselves; writing things on clipboards. I only caught little snippets of what they were saying.
'Never… like it before… Nothing… wrong…' One said.
'What… tell… Tallest?' Another said and the other three looked baffled. The two nurses snuck out quietly, not wanting to be thought of as an accessory to whatever trouble the doctors were going to be in.
'We… to sleep… him later! Fluke..! We'll… jobs..!' One suggested enthusiastically and all of the doctors beamed – except for the one who had just been fired. All but one scurried off. She walked over to me and stood beside my bed.
'Your, uh, condition is unstable. We're going to have to get your permission to…' She mumbled the last few words; I had no idea what she'd said.
'Wha..?' I asked and she smiled broadly. She turned to her colleagues in the other room.
'We have consent!' She cried and ran over to them. One of the others walked back over with both hands behind his back. He reached down and picked up my limp arm and took from behind his back the largest most lethal needle I'd ever seen.
'No!' I pleaded. The doctor shook his head.
'This won't hurt at all!' He said and poked it into my arm. He was kind of right, but when he took it out it felt like where it had been was paralysed. Over a few minutes – while the doctors looked on – the feeling spread to my entire arm and side until finally I was asleep.
When I woke up, I had no idea how long it'd been. I blinked a few times and found I was finally able to move again. I rubbed my eyes and looked around. I jumped slightly when I saw both of the Tallest and the three still hired doctors from before standing at the opposite side of the room, facing away from me.
'It's completely ruined. If you're right, and he is a rogue Irken, then he can easily be restored if we replace it. We might even be able to use the old one to find out where it was activated and see if there are more like him out –' One was explaining to the Tallest when the female doctor made an "o" shape with her mouth and pointed at me sitting up on the hospital bed. Everyone else turned around and the doctor that had been speaking put some papers into his coat pocket. I grimaced; I had no idea what I was going to say…
'Ah, so Sleeping Beauty is finally awake.' Purple said haughtily and crossed his arms. Red scowled at him.
'What Purple means to say is, welcome back heroic Irken!' Red said spreading his arms wide.
'Yeah, sure. That's exactly what I meant to say…' Purple grumbled again and Red elbowed him.
'Before we get into the celebrations of your MOMENTOUS achievements –' Red began and everyone, apart from me, had a smile from antenna to antenna plastered on their face. 'We have few questions that need to be put out of the way…' I gulped, but none of them noticed. 'Can you talk?'
'Yes, my Tallest.' I answered patriotically.
'Good… Well. First of all, where did you come from? Err, what I mean to say is… Were you by any chance not born in one of Irk's birthing facilities..?' I struggled to keep from looking panicky. There was no way I could get out of this without lying through my teeth. There goes my old plan… I'd just have to make something up, impromptu style.
'Well. That's an interesting thing… that you should ask…' I stalled. A few seconds ticked by and I'd still said nothing. I thought about everything that had happened in the time that I'd been on Earth and tried to come up with something that might be able to relate with anything like that. Suddenly, I came up the most brilliantly plausible lie EVER! 'I had an ingenious plan, don't you remember..? I was foiled by Zim and you – um, hopefully – never heard from me again.' I finished without a trace of doubt in my voice and successfully distracting them from the original question. Tallest Purple's eyes lit up.
'You-you came up with the snack plan! That was you! I remember it all now!' He cried pointing at me. I painted a smile onto my face.
'Yep..! That was me.' I replied. Red had one eye narrowed in concentration.
'Now that I come to think of it, I do remember a plan to do with snacks… Well good. I thought we had a major problem on our hands! But where were you for all those years?' He asked.
'Why, I was just floating around in space, doing Sudoku's. Ironic that I should crash land on Earth, so I could… take… care of, uhm, eh… Z-Zim…' I finished weakly and cut eye contact with everyone.
'And we're all very grateful. Very. Trust us…' Purple said and nodded sagely.
'Mhmm. You've done your species a great service.' Red added. My eye twitched violently and I refrained from jumping Red and beating him up. The doctors gasped and rushed over to me, thinking my eye was a sign I was going to pass out again or something.
'Eh, I'm fine. Trust me on this one…' I held my hands out in front of me and leant away from the doctors.
'And we come to the second question.' Red had hovered up to me as well and pushed the doctors out of the way. 'Your illness. Has it happened before? Ever? Do you perhaps think you could shed some light on that?
'Ah, yes…' I had forgotten already that I'd been invalid for over a week… I still had no idea how long, exactly. 'It, uh, definitely has happened before… I'm not sure why it happens, but I think it may have something to do with… eh…' I stuttered and waved my hand in circular motions in front of me, as if it would draw the information out. 'The fact that Zim shot me with a peculiar laser when he overpowered me –' I suddenly stopped myself. I wasn't Zim anymore. There was no use promoting a dead Irken. I had to stop bagging myself… Too much, anyway… 'But I managed to escape to my ship before it started. I wasn't exactly able-bodied afterwards and he blasted me into space. They've been happening ever since.'
'That, has been happening to you for three years?! Whoa.' Purple said in amazement and I realised what I'd just implied. I cursed under my breath.
'Uh, yeah.' I said dumbly. Everyone in the room stared at me. 'I called it Zimming…' I added. 'After all, Zim was the one who did it to me!'
'Wouldn't it be more appropriate to name it after yourself..?' Red asked.
'Ah, nah, I thought of that too. I don't want to be known for because a "disease" that causes pain. Eheh.' I said, waving it off.
'Um, right. Zimming it is. Go write that down or something.' Red told the doctors and they all shuffled off. Red and Purple started just looking at me.
'Ah, ahem, I don't want to be disrespectful to my Tallest, my leaders! But I'm actually very tired still…' I said slowly, hoping one of them would get my drift.
'Yes, of course solider. We'll be on our way.' Red said incredibly kindly for someone like him. They both turned to leave.
Purple suddenly turned back to me, just as Red was about to walk out.
'Come on Purple. We were gunna get sushi after this!' Red exclaimed.
'I just remembered something! I don't remember your name! Sounded like Tak. Gee I hated her! For some reason…'
'Hey yeah. What was it again?' Red asked, not at all embarrassed at admitting that he didn't know my name. I paled and felt as if my squeedily-spooch had dropped out. I gritted my teeth and went with the first thing that popped into my head.
'It sounds like Tak, because it's Z-ak.'
IMPORTANT NOTE RIGHT HERE!
(A/N): I, as the Author of this fic, am taking control. This story is now officially on Indefinite Hiatus.
Now you may all be wondering why I have decided to do this. It is because – remember back in chapter eight when I asked for more reviews? – over fifty people read that chapter and I still only have five reviewers!! Seriously, people! That is why, until I get three new reviewers, I won't be writing anymore of this story. I'm sorry to my five loyal fans that constantly do, but your reviews will not be included in the tally to three. It's not hard! THREE. Anonymous reviews are on. If you like, while you're waiting for other people to get off their butts, (okay that made no sense...) you can read my some of my other stories.
I'm not trying to be mean; I'm not usually like this. (If you've been reading the other Author's Notes, then I think that's easy to tell) But wouldn't you want to know what other people think? I want to find out if it's even worthwhile continuing it. If people don't like it, then I want to get better!
Once again I'm sorry to Mossnose- Kitty Seville, Chaos of the asylum, Invader Aniaette, Paige and the Banished Prince, but that's the way it is.