Okay. Q&A time. First note. No I didn't get the idea from JTHM. I don't read comics (of any sort-who knows why!). And, Nihon is not a homicidal maniac. He's close, but not there. He would never actually kill anyone (unless by accident), just injure them. If he got close to it, he'd break down and stop attacking. SECOND NOTE: This relates to Zim only by the fact that these are IRKENS.Have I not explained that already? *sighs* Anyway, sorry if this is in the wrong section anywho. Alright, everyone good? Good.

Last Note: I was torn apart by a number of friends of mine, and Nihon is struggling with relationships! Therefore, I cannot make this a romance story, any longer.. Or Anata would be living a double life and I would have problems.

Irkens copyright J.V.. btw. THE CHARACTERS ARE MIIIIINE! .do not steal.

Chapter 4: Why's He Hurt?



Anata had come as fast as she could. The directions to the new hospital were poor and it took her some time to find it, but she did arrive. She hurried to the front desk as soon as she arrived and begged for the number of Nihon's room. Once she got it, she ran there. Sweat beading on her brow in worry. As she found the room she practically knocked down the door, barging in with great force.

Kad looked up from the chair he sat in silently, putting a bandaged hand to his lips to signify silence. Anata paused, then looked to Nihon- still unconscious in his bed--and carefully closed the door behind her. She approached Nihon silently, looking down at him in worry. "Is he alright.?" She whispered quietly.

Kad nodded, "He seems to be fine," Kad explained as a whisper, "Partial memory loss is expected, though."

Anata looked back to Nihon sadly, "Gosh, I hope he's alright," She whispered to herself, running her fingers gently over the reddened bandage on his forehead, "I can't even think of life without him. He's my best friend." She looked to Kad, then turned back to Nihon, "The poor kid."

She stepped back and reached into her pocket, pulling out a small object. "I brought him a candle.," She stated, laying it down on the tray by his bed.

Kad smiled weakly and pointed to a small table in the corner, "So did many others." There on the table lie many, many candles. All standing and pointing to the ceiling.

Anata answered this with a smile as well, "I'm glad they care."

"They know he doesn't mean it."

She sighed happily, "I'm glad. Anyone hurt this time?"

Kad examined his bandaged arm, "I'm a bit burnt, but not too bad. One of the residents got skimmed, but she's fine. It's the building that took the worst beating."

Anata nodded, "I'll help pay for that," She insisted. Kad lowered his eyes sadly, wanting to protest, but knowing she wouldn't listen. "I'll get you the money tomorrow."

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Early the next morning, a young female nurse pulled open the door to Nihon's room. She smiled happily at the sight of Kad, asleep in his chair, and Anata, laying asleep in a chair, her head on Nihon's chest. Nihon was awake-though barely-and stroked her antennae tiredly. The young nurse smiled at him and closed the door again.

It wasn't long before Anata awoke, opening her eyes to the bright sun. For a moment she had to think where she was, but as soon as she felt Nihon's touch she remembered. She glanced up at him wearily, "You're awake." She whispered.

He nodded gently, without a word and drew his hand away from her. He looked down at her, smiling weakly. "A-anata, why am I here?" He asked quietly.

She looked up to him with a look of sadness, and lowered her eyes, "Nihon, you, You fell down the steps at the front of the hospital." She lied, "You hit your head and knocked yourself out." She looked to him, hoping he would buy the lie. And he did.

"Oh." He said simply, rubbing his bandaged head, "I wish I remembered that. I feel like I missed something." He yawned, looking around the room a bit.

"Don't worry, Nihon. I'm sure-,"

"What's Kad doing here?" Nihon questioned, cutting her off, "Why's he hurt?"