Agh! My mom just tried to offer me a banana! My own mother! The horror! Ahhhh! Actually im pretty sure it was a carrot but still.. Ahhhhh!
Dib watched zim limp to the voot, carefully climbing in. Dib noticed something on the side of the voot that wasnt there before. He closed his eyes in frustration and placed a hand on his forehead. When the voot had crashed into the tree, it had damaged both of its engines. He knew zim would be pissed. All he had to do was wait, and zim would let out all of his anger and waste his energy. Zim tried to start the voot up while dib count down. "three...two...one." then zim burst. "What the- Arg! Son of a-Arg!" dib approached zim. "What is it?" he asked. Zim carefully lifted himself from the voot. "The oil tank and engines have been damaged. We're walking." zims pak wires shot out and wrapped around the top of each bag of gold and brought them back to the pak, carrying them on his back. Dib walked inside the voot and pressed a button to camouflage the voot and have it repair.
The two began walking through the forest towards the location of the base. Dib looked at zim, mainly eying his chest and the chunk of wood that peirced right through, coming out of his lower back. "Uh.. zim?" zim didnt look at him but answered. "What dib thing?" dib had lost his mocking and teasing and was quite confused and curious. "How are you still alive?" zim stopped in place, stunned by the question, but then shook that off and continued. "What do you mean?" dib looked t him in horror. "Dude! Theres a piece of fucking nasty wood going through your heart! How can you still be alive?!" zim laughed. "Dib, an irkens heart is not in our chest, none of our organs are, they are in our stomachs. Our hearts only raise to our ribcage when we feel affection, but that is extremely rare for irkens." he explained. "What about all of your blood?! Look! You've left an entire trail of it! How are you not dead or exhausted from blood loss?!"
"Zims pak provides blood for me, it will provide that until it runs out. When it runs out, i can easily become weak and die. To keep the supply full the pak needs nutrients, mainly meaning sugar. It uses the sugar and changes it to blood. Does that help?" zim finished. "That helps a lot. And now that I think about it, if your pak turns sugar into blood, does your blood still taste sugary?" dib asked him out of curiosity. Zim had a thoughtful look on his face. "I dont know, does dib want to taste it?" dib froze at that question. "Hey, what, no! Why would I want to taste your blood? Im not a vampire." he said. Zim shrugged. "Well you asked." zim said while looking at his wound. He wiped up some of the blood with his finger and licked it off. Dibs jaw dropped. "Why the fuck..what are you.." dib sighed. "Zim, that was just plain creepy." zim laughed. "Well my blood does taste like sugar." he said with a grin.
"How can you be so calm?" dib asked. "Again. What do you mean?" zim answered his question with another question. "Zim, we robbed several banks, been chased by police, killed a few and you are badly injured. Your not worried about any of that?" zim shook his head. Dib froze, confusion apparent in his face. "Wha.. your base.. its right there!" zim smirked at dibs confused tone in voice. "Gir is inside the computers brain again, I had him come to us so we wouldnt have to walk any longer." The two stepped inside the base, and as soon as the door shut, the base began to rumble and shake. The base lurched up and shot forward, quickly making its way back to the original spot. "Your welcome masta! Hi mary!" A loud shrill squeaky voice shot through the base. Whirring was heard and girs colorless, lifeless body sprung up, the cyan glow returning.
Dib was tackled to the ground. "Agh! Gir! I..cant.. breath!" dib said while trying to pry him off. Zim kicked the sir unit off dib and pulled him up, limping to the elevator. Dib followed him and stepped in along side him. The elevator shut and started to rise. The doors opened and zim stepped out, going over to the med room. "Wait.. zim, how are you going to get that out without losing a lot of blood or killing yourself?" dib asked, quite worried. Zim turned to him. "Why, im going to simply rip it out. Or do you want to do that?" dib lept back. "No! Dont do that! Whats your problem! Think of something else! Jee zim.. your acting really weird." dib said. "Dib, just rip this thing out of me." zim commanded. Dib didnt like the sound of doing that. "Zim, you know I cant do that, lets just try it surgically." dib suggested. "Dib, surgery wont help at all. Its gone straight through my body, the best we can do is rip it out." zim said. "Come on zim." dib complained. "Dib, if I have to lock you in a room to do it, then I will, you either help me or let me do it myself."
Dib couldnt argue anymore. He gave in. "Okay, ill help you, but if you die zim.. I swear." zim interrupted him before he could finish. "Zim will not die. I eat a lot of sugar a day." zim said. "You know.. now I know why irkens cant eat most human food." dib said. "Because it lacks sugar, now hurry up and help me get this out." zim said while walking to grab some gel. "What is that?" dib asked. Zim pointed to the jar of clear gel. Dib nodded. "This is a substance that will stop the bleeding, makes the blood in the injured veins clog up." dib nodded his head in understanding. "So what, your going to put that around your wounds before I tear it from your dieing body?" zim grabbed dibs shirt and slammed him into the wall. "Zim. is not. Dieing." he said simply while letting go of his shirt.
"Okay. Hurry up and get that gel on so we can remove that ugly jewelry you got there." zim snickered at dibs little joke, putting the gel on carefully, trying to avoid causing damage. Although he wasnt quite sure why he was being careful, he was just going to be in many times more pain when dib tore it out. Zim knew he would be hurting for several hours until his pak repaired him completely. Zim sat on the med table and made sure that he was ready for the coming hurt. Dib walked up to zims back, placing a hand on him and grabbing the wood with the other. "Ready?" he asked. Zim nodded his head and gripped the table sides to steady himself. Dib closed his eyes and began to pull the chunk out. Zim growled in pain. "Come on dib.. dont spare me the pain.. rip it out!" he commanded. Dib didnt hesitate. The sound of ripping flesh echoed through the lab, the crunching and cracking of bones following soon after. Zim held himself back from struggling as he screamed loudly, losing his voice to the pain., he wouldnt be able to move after the wood was out, at least for a while. Dib couldnt stand this anymore. He ripped it out. Zims body went limp and he fell to the floor. "Great.." he mumbled.
Whewie.. pretty long chapter that was.. I had to take about a two hour break from writing about dib taking the wood out of zims spine. My back began to hurt really really bad and I couldnt hold my head up for some reason.. it just like.. fell over while I was in the middle of writing. Anywho.. I hope you liked. :3