Zim POV
"What are we going to do with Gir? We can't really bury him here; we'll never be able to visit him." Gaz said rubbing her empty stomach and looked over to the little bed that one of the nurses had set up for the dead smeet.
"We'll bury him with the smeet." I told her.
"Alright then." She murmured and threw her legs over the bed.
I stood up from my chair and grabbed her legs, pushing her back on the bed. "You can't get up from that bed Gaz; the surgery they put you in is still not finished. Just one more surgery and you're done." I told her.
There was a knock at the door. "See, that must be them right now." I told her and went to answer the door.
"Gaz, it's time for your next surgery." The doctor said and a bunch of nurses walked past him and me and grabbed Gaz's bed and rolled her out of the room.
I stopped the doctor. "Why did you guys give her the smeet?" I asked him.
"Because, we felt horrible, she was screaming at us." He explained.
"Of course she is going to scream! But you just made her more depressed!" I exclaimed my arms flailing my arms.
That's when something screeched and we both froze.
"It can't be." We both said at the same time and ran over to the little bed that was in the corner of the room.
I was shocked to see the smeet crying, its feet kicking, its arms grabbing at its antennas.
Grabbing the doctor's shoulders, I shook him roughly. "She needs a PAK." I said, my eyes widening.
"We don't have any of those here." He said; he was as shocked as I was.
"Wait…" I said, my hands covering my forehead as I came up with an idea. "Gir… he has to have one somewhere in his head just in case Gaz needed one." I said to myself and then grabbed the baby in my arms, she was turning a light red… she needed a PAK in order to breath.
"Doctor, you have to come with me to get the PAK. I don't want to get stopped by the police." I told him and grabbed his arm, running out of the room.
"What's about your female's surgery?" he said, trying to catch up with his arm.
"She could wait!" I stated and ran in the direction of my cell, all the time looking down at the smeet. She was turning a light purple now, and I was getting worried.
A few minutes later I was at my cell. "Dib, where's Gir's head?" I asked him, letting go of the doctor.
Dib stood up and got a worried look on his face. "Why do you need it?" he asked.
"There's no time for questions! Give me his head!" I growled, getting frustrated beyond belief.
He grabbed Gir's head from the corner of the cell, and handed it to me through the bars of the cell. "Here." He said.
"Hold the smeet." I told the doctor and opened Gir's head and let out a strangled cry of frustration when I saw all the crap that Gir had saved over the years.
How could all of this fit in there? I growled when five minutes went by and still no luck, until my claw scratched on some metal, I froze… it couldn't be. Yes it was! A PAK!
I grabbed it and held it up… it was the same size, Gir you are a life saver!
"Turn the baby over doctor." I told him and he did as he was told.
I stepped closer and held the PAK over the smeets back. A smile reached my face when the smeet let out a small cry as the PAK attached itself to the baby.
"I thought you said the baby was dead." Dib said, confused beyond belief.
"We all thought she was dead, and get it through your big head… it's a smeet." I told him and grabbed the smeet.
She smiled at me and started to make spit bubbles. Relief flooded through me.
"Can I hold her?" Dib asked.
I looked at him and then to the baby. "Sure." I told him and handed her to him.
He cradled her in his arms. "She's one of the most beautiful aliens I'll ever see." He said.
"I have to go and do your females surgery now." The doctor said.
"Alright then, hold up. Dib give her back, I have to go." I told him and held out my arms.
With a deep sigh he handed her to me.
"See ya later Dib." I said and walked to catch up with the doctor, pinching the smeets cheeks as it let out loud giggles… Gaz is going to be so surprised.