Author's Note: Here's the awaited 2nd chapter! Arhurhurhur! Again, I don't own Invader Zim. More at the bottom.
He ran over to Dib's side at the bed and grabbed his now unnaturally pale head in his hands. Zim started speaking soothing words in Irken, which sounded more like a song than a bunch f words. (Irken is a very rhythmic language; you could be yelling and insulting and cussing, but it would sound like a love song) Gaz was at the phone, yelling at the poor emergency call operator to "get your fuckin' asses down here, now!"
Dib opened his eyes, stared at Zim for a few moments, and whispered one word, "No."
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Dib struggled. 'No! This isn't the way it's supposed to go! Just let me die in piece!" Dib screamed mentally as pain wracked his body. But then, just as another wave of pain was emitted from his wrists, Dib felt his head being lightly picked up and heard the most beautiful song. It was in another language, but God, it was so beautiful. Even if the voice singing it was scratchy and slightly nasal. But who was yelling in the background? It was ruining the song. He opened his eyes to see who was A: Holding his head and B: Singing that beautiful song.
Zim? 'Oh, Zim.' Dib hated to see his face twisted in fear and sadness like that.
"No, Zim! Don't worry! It's better like this, you know that!" Dib wanted to cry, but all he could muster was a whispered "No."
Another wave of pain shot through him and he only barely managed to keep his eyes open. Dib saw another figure walk up behind Zim. The violet hair and squinted eyes… Gaz? Something was wrong, though. Her eyes were swollen and red.
'It's not allergy season, though.'
Dib was losing it. He could feel the life draining from him. Or, to be more precise, his wrists. Zim and Gaz were getting fuzzy, out of focus. Sleep. All he wanted to do was sleep. Dib closed his eyes and felt the hurt wash from his body in one single sigh.
Peace…
No! Dib felt his body wretch. He wanted to live! An unimaginable pain shot from his wrists, and he gasped.
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Gaz set the phone down and walked behind Zim. She didn't want to watch this, but her now very swollen eyes wouldn't allow her to look away. Once this was all over, she would have to lay the smack down on them. Oh, yes.
Zim was still speaking in Irken, and Dib seemed to be enjoying it. His eyes were open and he looked at her, his eyebrows furrowing in concentration. But just as Gaz was about to smile at him, Dib's eyes closed and a deep sigh escaped his lips.
Gaz stared. Zim started rocking back and forth, still holding Dib's head.
Dib was dead.
…
No. His body twitched just a little bit (as if someone had poked him with a stick in his sleep) and she heard the smallest gasp. Dib was alive! Gaz actually shouted out and did a very small dance in her joy. Zim had stopped rocking and was chuckling very lightly. And for the final effect, she heard sirens pull up,
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Zim saw the twitch, heard the gasp for air and, despite the moment, started laughing quietly to himself. 'Oh, Dib. You know nothing ever goes your way. Why did you think this would work?' Zim thought gently.
He heard the sirens pull up and the door open and the feet rush upstairs. 'Everything's going to okay, now, Dib,' he thought as he watched the paramedics rush Dib, on a stretcher, to the ambulance with Gaz and himself following. (The paramedics never asked if he was family and let him ride along with Gaz)
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They had been waiting in the ICU waiting room for three hours staring at the walls, soaking in everything that had happened when a doctor (The told him his name was Doctor Orda) walked in and asked for Zim and Gaz.
The two looked up and listened quietly as Doctor Orda explained what had happened: Dib had sent his good-bye e-mail to Zim first, because he didn't leave in the house and it would take him a few minutes to reach his house, then he sent one to Gaz. Unfortunately, Gaz hadn't read the e-mail for three or four minutes which was ample time for him to lose a dangerous amount of blood. Since neither of them attempted to stop the bleeding because they were so panicked, he had lost even more blood (Zim and Gaz shifted their eyes to the ground at this, but Doctor Orda had told them it was perfectly understandable.).
"But is Dib okay?" Zim asked.
Doctor Orda smiled and nodded, "He's in critical, but stable condition. He should be fine."
Gaz jumped up and hugged the Doctor, sobs rocking her body.
"Dib is asleep, but you can go see if you want," he gasped. Gaz had practically hugged the life out of the poor doctor.
Zim and Gaz ran toward the doors to ICU, almost knocking each other. They both could hear the doctor laughing behind them.
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In the ICU room, Gaz looked at Zim and Zim looked down at the peacefully sleeping Dib and bent down and kissed him ever so lightly on the forehead.
Yes, Zim did love Dib.
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As Zim's lips touched his forehead, somewhere, in the dark abyss of pain and sadness that was Dib mind, a tiny pinprick of light broke through the darkness and a small shiver of happiness was sent (unknowingly) down his spine.
-The End-
--In honor of Kelly--
Author's Note: Well, did you like it? Huh? HUH? Frankly, I'm rather proud of this. It makes me all mushy inside. ^_^
Thank to everyone who reviewed! Especially Amethyst Soul for the constructive criticism! I appreciate it!
A small note about this story:
Originally, Dib was going to die, but my best friend Kelly moved away with her mom, and she likes happy endings, so I changed the ending in honor of Kelly. :) Eye luff ewe, Kelly.