Disclaimer: I do not own IZ. Hey! I'm not dead! I just started failing school and had to study more! I hope I didn't lose anyone!
It was over a week before Zim could trust his surroundings enough to follow Dib around. Zim did not follow Dib around often; he wasn't that strong yet. But, he had healed well in the time spent hiding. He was now able to make it up the stairs to the couch with some assistance.
Zim was still skiddish, jumping and clinging to Dib at the first sign of an unfamiliar presence. His wounds had pretty much healed over, minus the broken arm. His color had started to return along with his strength.
Dib had left before Zim woke up. The Irken wasn't sure where he went, but he wished that Dib stayed. Panic lightly graced Zim as his chest tightened in the all to familiar feeling.
Zim coughed, leaning over the edge of the cot as his body revolted. Red colored the tile as the Irken shook. He hadn't had a spell in a few days, and the sudden relapse scared him. Tears began to form behind closed eyes as more red spilled o the floor.
'This is not good…'
He looked around franticly as his vision blurred, instincts driving him away from his current position. Falling off the cot and slipping in his own blood before gaining some form of balance, Zim headed toward where the stairs should be.
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Dib returned home to find that the house was still empty. He placed the grocery bags on the counter and proceeded to put the items away. Lingering upstairs was not something he planned to do, but it seemed to be the way things were going.
Grabbing a quick bite to eat, Dib headed down the stairs. Dib froze as he approached the bottom of the stairs.
"Zim..!" Dib gasped as he ran down the stairs, missing some and almost falling.
The Irken was lying on the floor, his feet on the stairs. His head and shoulders were turned to the right, opposite of the rest of him, hands resting under his chin.
Dib dropped to his knees next to Zim, hesitating before placing a hand on his shoulder. Dib cringed at how cold the Irken was, fearing the worst. "Zim…"
The Irken whimpered, his face twisting in faint pain.
Dib shifted, grabbing one of Zim's legs, slowly turning them until his body faced the same direction. Zim let out a cry as his legs were moved, claws scraping the floor beneath him. Dib cradled Zim, trying to gain a way to carry him. The Irken was limp, weakly grabbing onto Dib's shirt as he was moved.
"Shit.." Dib whispered as he saw the blood on the floor.
Dib looked around before deciding to move Zim to his room. Zim clung to the boy as he rushed to the upper level. Dib laid Zim on his bed carefully, resting a hand on the Irken's head.
Heavy green eyelids opened in slits, eyes not seeing. "I…..panicked…." Hoarse words forced with heavy breath. "Fell….."
"It's okay." Dib bit his lip as he stared at the now pale Irken. This was a step backwards; just this morning he had been fine.
Zim shut his eyes tight as he felt his chest tighten. He pushed against Dib's hand, dragging himself to the edge of the bed. Red dyed the floor before Dib could react.
Zim gripped the mattress tight as a weak scream forced its way from his throat. He was frustrated at his condition. He was recovering so well when fate decided to stab him in the back. Tears formed at the edges of closed eyes as the scream turned into the sounds similar to that of a frustrated child.
Dib's heart sank as he saw more blood grace the floor. Feeling hopeless, Dib was at a loss for what to do next.
Notes: R&R please! I'm sorry for the short chapter! Don't kill me!