Dib Is Sick

by PAT THE KITSUNE

Confined to his bed, Dib finds comfort in the one being he never expected to be there for him. When his condition takes a turn for the worse, however, he must come to terms with his feelings for his old foe in order to defeat this new foe inside him. ZADR

13. Chapter 13

Dib Is Sick Chapter 13: Injections

Zim: Sassafrass002

Dib: Me

Beta: Invader-Ara

Warnings: Extreme OOCness

Rating: M for later chapters

Disclaimer: We do not own Invader Zim, nor any of the characters from it. We do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Enjoy~ =3

Pulling on his usual frowny face as he concentrated on flying the cruiser the rest of the way to the base, Zim, after a short while, finally managed to reach the base and pilot the ship into the opening in his roof.

Holding his stomach as he felt motion sick now, Dib peeked his eyes open as they were landing. "Ugh...I'm starting to feel nauseated again..." he said before closing his eyes and shivering.

Looking over at Dib worriedly, Zim then turned his attention back on landing the cruiser. As soon as the door had opened, Gir shot out of the voot and ran off giggling. " Uh...Do you want Zim to carry you?" he asked, placing a hand to Dib's face in an attempt to calm him down, expression only growing even more concerned when he felt how hot the boy was.

Holding out his shaking arms for Zim to take him, Dib nodded without even opening his eyes once.

Planting a quick kiss on his forehead, Zim stroked his hair before scooping him up and holding him close as he headed for the elevator to go down to the lower base where he stood before a large computer screen, many other large machines and controls surrounding it. "Dib." he looked down at him and put a hand to his face. "I'm going to need you to stand up for a minute. Do you think you can do that?" he asked, not sure how stable Dib was in that moment.

Opening his eyes just a bit, Dib looked up at Zim. "I can try..." he said, leaning heavily against a wall as Zim set him down on his feet.

"This won't have to be for very long." Zim pulled both of Dib's arms up to be outstretched on either side of him. "Computer, run a diagnostic scan on the human and provide information on the chemicals needed to cure him." he then ordered, glancing up towards where he knew his computer was.

"Ugghh...Fiiine." the computer said as Zim stepped aside quickly to let a beam of light run up and down Dib's body before then disappearing. "Processing data." it said once it was finished scanning Dib.

Flinching back at the light, Dib then started to wobble just as soon as it was gone. "I think I'm going to..." he began to say before feeling himself beginning to fall.

Running over to him quickly, Zim held him up. "Sorry you had to do that." he apologized before lifting him back up to hold again. "And that I have to keep lifting you up like this." he smiled weakly at him and walked back to the elevator to take them both to the upper base while the computer sorted out the data.

"Mmmm...Where are we going now?"

"Well, I'm going to put you somewhere you can be comfortable for a while as I go prepare your medicine for you." Zim smiled at him warmly and walked into the living room, putting him carefully onto the sofa.

"Oh...okay..." Dib closed his eyes once he was on the couch.

"Okay. Won't be long." Zim shot off for a while and came back smiling only after he had completed the medicine for Dib, a weird purple-colored liquid being held in a test-tube. "Whew. Sorry that took so long. The medicine the computer suggested had to be injected...And I know you wouldn't like that too much...So I had to make you a drinkable one." he held it in front of Dib.

Pulling back away from it a bit, Dib frowned. "Maybe you SHOULD give me the injectable kind...I haven't been able to keep down even water, remember?" he flushed a bit at the fact that Zim did all that work for nothing.

Taking back the medicine, Zim stood up straight, looking embarrassed. "Heh...Oh yeah...Umm...Didn't think of that. Okay. I'll go grab that one then." he said before shooting off yet again and coming back with a syringe filled with a similar looking substance. "Aaalrighty...NOW I have what you need." he said, kneeling down and looking up at Dib. "I'll be really careful." he then said, not wanting to hurt Dib.

Squeezing his eyes tightly shut, Dib nodded his head and held his arm out for Zim, waiting to feel the needle pierce his skin. "Okay...I'm ready..." he said, not the biggest fan of needles but knowing this had to be done.

Carefully taking Dib's arm, Zim didn't hesitate to stick the needle in, all the fluid leaving the syringe before he pulled it out again and pressed the spot with a tissue, still holding his arm. "Heh...Don't you just LOVE getting injections." he smirked jokingly.

Dib's face lit up a bright red at Zim's words. "I-I guess...Depends on what kind of injection you're talking about." he said before hiding his face in a pillow.

"...Nyeh?" Zim cocked an antenna and stared at him blankly, tilting his head a little and then looking at the needle, confused. "...Other...injections?" he said, having absolutely no idea what Dib was talking about now.

Dib's entire face lit up like a red Christmas light at Zim's blank stare. "N-Never mind!" he turned over onto his side on the couch, facing away from Zim now.

Looking even more puzzled at his reaction, Zim frowned before putting the needle aside and giving him a sharp poke with his finger. "Diiiib...Tell to Zim!" he wanted to know what had gotten the other so riled up.

Dib merely yelped at the sharp poke however. "OW!" he curled in on himself and let out a small sob. "STOOOP! That hurts!" he cried, not wanting the other to even touch him at this point.

Zim looked at his finger. "Aw, come on. I didn't poke you with the needle again at least..." he folded his arms, frowning at him still. "Okay, okay. If it makes you go all red and flustered, we don't have to talk about...whatever it is...I don't want you getting all stressed while the medicine takes effect anyways." he said, looking off to one side.

Sniffling wetly into the pillow, Dib turned over just a bit to look up at Zim with tearful eyes. "Everything hurts now because of this damn fever, so don't you be giving me any shit about your poking me hurting any less than that fucking needle did!" he sank down into the cushions of the couch again and let out another wet sob before suddenly feeling himself beginning to black out on the other again.

Zim jumped a little in shock at Dib passing out again. "Ugh! Not again, Dib-stink!" he said before climbing onto the sofa and moving him carefully so that his head was supported in his lap. "I told you not to get stressed out! There's probably a war of chemicals battling inside you now!" he said, looking at him with concern, voice sounding very worried now. "J-Just for Irk's sake, don't die on me, okay...?" he then said, stroking his hair carefully and looking sadder than he had ever looked before.

A/N: And there you have it for Chapter 13. =3 Heheh~ Injections. X3 Hope you guys enjoy. o3o