**Okay, this is not one of my better stories . . . .hopefully I should just
get this done soon . . .**
**SHORT SHORT SHORT**
**Maybe I should just put all the chapters into one. . . . **
**Kree**
Dib could only stare and watch Zim make him soup as he sat in a couch with a blanket over him. What was Zim doing? Was he out of his mind? Why was he helping Dib?
Dib shivered again. He was still a bit cold, and he was surprised that he wouldn't catch hypothermia. Zim came over, placed another warm blanket on Dib. He brought some hot soup him and Dib sat up and started eating quickly. As he finished, he whispered a grateful "thank you".
"You're welcome."
They were both silent for a while. Dib looked down in his bowl while Zim stared at his feet tugging on his gloves. They tried to avoid each other's glance. Finally Dib broke the silence. "Zim, why did you save me?" Dib demanded in his regular tone. "You hate me, you would do anything to kill me, I know that. You've tried everything hostile on me, tried to use for experiments, ruin my past, everything! We've hated each other from the moment we met. Why, Zim?"
"How am I supposed to know?" Zim scowled. "I just saved you because it would be really boring if I didn't have some kind of pest to annoy me and try to stop me. You give me entertainment."
Dib's head dropped. "Oh . . . . . okay . . . ."
"Don't think this means anything," Zim sneered at him. "This means nothing, pathetic human. Don't think I'm wasting my time because I actually care."
Dib lay down with his head turned away from Zim. "I'm gonna go to sleep now, thanks for the soup."
Zim nodded but he felt strange. He went over to the elevator and went down to the lab. He went over to his chair and began to work on the computer. He began typing for awhile, but he found himself typing in the letters "D-I-B". Aghast at what he saw on the screen, he deleted it with a scowl. He tried to type again, but he couldn't concentrate. He only thought of Dib.
"I don't care about Dib at all." He thought to himself. "He's just a puny Earth monkey." But he felt as if something was pulling at his heart. As if that wasn't the truth. Was he just lying to himself and telling him only what he wanted to hear?
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Skool started again after vacation. Zim glumly walked to skool heavyhearted as he was late. He took a seat and looked around.
Dib wasn't here.
Zim stared at the seat that held no person in it. "Where was he?" He asked himself in his head.
Days past and still no Dib. Even Gaz wasn't coming to skool after a while. Had they moved? It wasn't probable, there was no news of Professor Membrane moving.
What he saw a week later shocked him: another girl had taken Dib's seat. Zim's hand shot abruptly up. Ms. Bitters saw him and groaned. "Yes Zim?" She snarled.
"Ms. Bitters, as it is obvious to see, there is someone who does not belong in this classroom." He started.
Ms. Bitters rolled her eyes. "Who?"
"That girl in Dib's seat!" He pointed to her.
"She is the new student. She just moved here and Ms. Bitters just introduced her." Zita sneered. "And good riddance, she took Dib's spot! Now we'll never have to see Dib again!"
Everyone in the class laughed as Zim felt as if he could melt in his chair. How could Ms. Bitters just let the new girl take Dib's spot without a care? What had happened to Dib?
After skool, Zim decided to go to Dib's house. He didn't know why he hadn't thought about it before. He would just ask where Dib is, see him, ask where was he, tell him he is overdue for an insult and then leave . . .
He knocked on the door: no answer. He knocked again: still no answer. He rapped on it loudly: silence. He realized that the door was open. He quietly and carefully opened it and stepped inside. "Dib!" He yelled out loudly. Apparently no one was home.
Zim walked into the kitchen. He saw a note on the refrigerator.
**Gaz**
**Please come to your brother's hospital room, 294, after skool immediately.**
**Dad**
Zim's jaw dropped. Hospital room? Dib was in the hospital? Zim shot out of the kitchen and out the door. He needed to get to the hospital. He needed to see Dib.
He ran into the doors of the hospital and up to the front desk. He asked for Dib and she asked if he was family. He quickly lied and said yes so she directed him to where his room was. He didn't bother to thank her and he just rushed down the halls and up and elevator. He scanned the hall for his room and found it. Luckily, he just spotted Gaz and Professor Membrane walking out . . . . crying . . . .
Zim stopped. Should he go in?
He slowly walked up to his door and turned the knob. He opened it and stepped inside.
There was Dib with tons of tubes going in and out his body. He gasped when he saw Dib, weak, frail, and pale, lying on the bed. What had happened to him? He never looked so weak. Zim never saw anyone who looked so weak.
Dib spotted him out of the corner of his eye. His eyes widened. "Zim? What are you doing here?" Dib tried to talk, but it sounded very hoarse.
"I thought you were a bit more smarter not to talk when you need to rest," Zim replied calmly. "What happened, Dib?"
"I have a disease, Zim." Dib scowled as if he was explaining it to a four year old. "A deathly disease."
"What is it?"
"Something called AIDS."
"What does it do?"
"Destroys your immune system so you are more vulnerable to little kinds of diseases like colds."
"When did you get it?"
"Aren't you full of the questions? I was diagnosed with it when I was real little. The aliens that abducted me did that. I was affected when I was out in the cold." And then he coughed violently. "I'm not really afraid though."
"Afraid of what?" Zim dared the question.
"Of dying," Dib spoke softly. "I'm just disappointed. Disappointed I couldn't really complete all my dreams and wishes. I wanted to become a paranormal investigator. One whom everyone would like. And I guess, I wanted to stop you from taking over the world, but maybe you're meant to rule my planet. I just had to die . . ." He coughed again. "And I wanted someone who cared about me. But that one I have."
"Well, that's good."
"I have you."
Zim hesitated. "I do NOT care about you."
"And I believed you, but you wouldn't be here if you didn't."
Zim was about to comment back, but he knew that Dib was right. "Yeah, I guess you're right. But maybe, you know, I could go home and find a cure for this AIDS thing . . ."
"No, Zim. I'm dying. I'm going to die soon. Just let me die, okay?" Dib whispered. "Promise?"
"I promise."
Gaz and Professor Membrane walked into the room now. Gaz spotted him and her red eyes widened, but she didn't say anything because she quickly turned her glance to Dib. She went over to him and kissed him on the cheek. She hugged him and he weakly hugged back. His arms were very weak.
"Gaz . . . dad . . ." Dib whispered again as his dad hugged him warmly. Zim saw Dib smile at Zim and slowly close his eyes.
"I defeated you . . . once in a blue moon . . .but it's not what I want anymore." Zim thought. He looked at Dib again and let tears slowly fall down his face. He quickly wiped them away. He still had a mission.
A few nurses and doctors came into the room now. "This is it. I have to do it now." Zim tore off his wig and took off his contacts. The doctors and nurses screamed. Gaz and Professor Membrane just stared.
"You're an alien . . ." Gaz stammered. "Just like Dib said . . ."
"My little son was right . . . he saw what we didn't . . . ." Professor Membrane cried, but then he smiled. "I'm so proud . . ."
Zim was being taken away, but he smiled to himself. Gaz was already fighting for him and she wanted to become a paranormal investigator. Zim would never be able to take over the world now, and Dib left behind three people who really strongly cared about him. Maybe not the whole world, but Gaz's, Professor Membrane's, and his care must have been stronger than any force in the world.
**Done!**
**hoped you enjoyed it!**
**Kree**
**SHORT SHORT SHORT**
**Maybe I should just put all the chapters into one. . . . **
**Kree**
Dib could only stare and watch Zim make him soup as he sat in a couch with a blanket over him. What was Zim doing? Was he out of his mind? Why was he helping Dib?
Dib shivered again. He was still a bit cold, and he was surprised that he wouldn't catch hypothermia. Zim came over, placed another warm blanket on Dib. He brought some hot soup him and Dib sat up and started eating quickly. As he finished, he whispered a grateful "thank you".
"You're welcome."
They were both silent for a while. Dib looked down in his bowl while Zim stared at his feet tugging on his gloves. They tried to avoid each other's glance. Finally Dib broke the silence. "Zim, why did you save me?" Dib demanded in his regular tone. "You hate me, you would do anything to kill me, I know that. You've tried everything hostile on me, tried to use for experiments, ruin my past, everything! We've hated each other from the moment we met. Why, Zim?"
"How am I supposed to know?" Zim scowled. "I just saved you because it would be really boring if I didn't have some kind of pest to annoy me and try to stop me. You give me entertainment."
Dib's head dropped. "Oh . . . . . okay . . . ."
"Don't think this means anything," Zim sneered at him. "This means nothing, pathetic human. Don't think I'm wasting my time because I actually care."
Dib lay down with his head turned away from Zim. "I'm gonna go to sleep now, thanks for the soup."
Zim nodded but he felt strange. He went over to the elevator and went down to the lab. He went over to his chair and began to work on the computer. He began typing for awhile, but he found himself typing in the letters "D-I-B". Aghast at what he saw on the screen, he deleted it with a scowl. He tried to type again, but he couldn't concentrate. He only thought of Dib.
"I don't care about Dib at all." He thought to himself. "He's just a puny Earth monkey." But he felt as if something was pulling at his heart. As if that wasn't the truth. Was he just lying to himself and telling him only what he wanted to hear?
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Skool started again after vacation. Zim glumly walked to skool heavyhearted as he was late. He took a seat and looked around.
Dib wasn't here.
Zim stared at the seat that held no person in it. "Where was he?" He asked himself in his head.
Days past and still no Dib. Even Gaz wasn't coming to skool after a while. Had they moved? It wasn't probable, there was no news of Professor Membrane moving.
What he saw a week later shocked him: another girl had taken Dib's seat. Zim's hand shot abruptly up. Ms. Bitters saw him and groaned. "Yes Zim?" She snarled.
"Ms. Bitters, as it is obvious to see, there is someone who does not belong in this classroom." He started.
Ms. Bitters rolled her eyes. "Who?"
"That girl in Dib's seat!" He pointed to her.
"She is the new student. She just moved here and Ms. Bitters just introduced her." Zita sneered. "And good riddance, she took Dib's spot! Now we'll never have to see Dib again!"
Everyone in the class laughed as Zim felt as if he could melt in his chair. How could Ms. Bitters just let the new girl take Dib's spot without a care? What had happened to Dib?
After skool, Zim decided to go to Dib's house. He didn't know why he hadn't thought about it before. He would just ask where Dib is, see him, ask where was he, tell him he is overdue for an insult and then leave . . .
He knocked on the door: no answer. He knocked again: still no answer. He rapped on it loudly: silence. He realized that the door was open. He quietly and carefully opened it and stepped inside. "Dib!" He yelled out loudly. Apparently no one was home.
Zim walked into the kitchen. He saw a note on the refrigerator.
**Gaz**
**Please come to your brother's hospital room, 294, after skool immediately.**
**Dad**
Zim's jaw dropped. Hospital room? Dib was in the hospital? Zim shot out of the kitchen and out the door. He needed to get to the hospital. He needed to see Dib.
He ran into the doors of the hospital and up to the front desk. He asked for Dib and she asked if he was family. He quickly lied and said yes so she directed him to where his room was. He didn't bother to thank her and he just rushed down the halls and up and elevator. He scanned the hall for his room and found it. Luckily, he just spotted Gaz and Professor Membrane walking out . . . . crying . . . .
Zim stopped. Should he go in?
He slowly walked up to his door and turned the knob. He opened it and stepped inside.
There was Dib with tons of tubes going in and out his body. He gasped when he saw Dib, weak, frail, and pale, lying on the bed. What had happened to him? He never looked so weak. Zim never saw anyone who looked so weak.
Dib spotted him out of the corner of his eye. His eyes widened. "Zim? What are you doing here?" Dib tried to talk, but it sounded very hoarse.
"I thought you were a bit more smarter not to talk when you need to rest," Zim replied calmly. "What happened, Dib?"
"I have a disease, Zim." Dib scowled as if he was explaining it to a four year old. "A deathly disease."
"What is it?"
"Something called AIDS."
"What does it do?"
"Destroys your immune system so you are more vulnerable to little kinds of diseases like colds."
"When did you get it?"
"Aren't you full of the questions? I was diagnosed with it when I was real little. The aliens that abducted me did that. I was affected when I was out in the cold." And then he coughed violently. "I'm not really afraid though."
"Afraid of what?" Zim dared the question.
"Of dying," Dib spoke softly. "I'm just disappointed. Disappointed I couldn't really complete all my dreams and wishes. I wanted to become a paranormal investigator. One whom everyone would like. And I guess, I wanted to stop you from taking over the world, but maybe you're meant to rule my planet. I just had to die . . ." He coughed again. "And I wanted someone who cared about me. But that one I have."
"Well, that's good."
"I have you."
Zim hesitated. "I do NOT care about you."
"And I believed you, but you wouldn't be here if you didn't."
Zim was about to comment back, but he knew that Dib was right. "Yeah, I guess you're right. But maybe, you know, I could go home and find a cure for this AIDS thing . . ."
"No, Zim. I'm dying. I'm going to die soon. Just let me die, okay?" Dib whispered. "Promise?"
"I promise."
Gaz and Professor Membrane walked into the room now. Gaz spotted him and her red eyes widened, but she didn't say anything because she quickly turned her glance to Dib. She went over to him and kissed him on the cheek. She hugged him and he weakly hugged back. His arms were very weak.
"Gaz . . . dad . . ." Dib whispered again as his dad hugged him warmly. Zim saw Dib smile at Zim and slowly close his eyes.
"I defeated you . . . once in a blue moon . . .but it's not what I want anymore." Zim thought. He looked at Dib again and let tears slowly fall down his face. He quickly wiped them away. He still had a mission.
A few nurses and doctors came into the room now. "This is it. I have to do it now." Zim tore off his wig and took off his contacts. The doctors and nurses screamed. Gaz and Professor Membrane just stared.
"You're an alien . . ." Gaz stammered. "Just like Dib said . . ."
"My little son was right . . . he saw what we didn't . . . ." Professor Membrane cried, but then he smiled. "I'm so proud . . ."
Zim was being taken away, but he smiled to himself. Gaz was already fighting for him and she wanted to become a paranormal investigator. Zim would never be able to take over the world now, and Dib left behind three people who really strongly cared about him. Maybe not the whole world, but Gaz's, Professor Membrane's, and his care must have been stronger than any force in the world.
**Done!**
**hoped you enjoyed it!**
**Kree**