The Sicknes

Part Five

Dib continued to stare in shock at the sight before him. Soon, he ran over to the young Irken on the couch. 'I guess this explains why he wasn't in class today.' Dib thought to himself. Gir; who had been sleeping next to Zim, lifted his head and looked over at the twelve-year-old standing there.

"Um..." Dib began, but trailed off as Gir latched onto him crying.

"Mary!" Gir sobbed. "Master not feeling good! He all pukey and hurting! I scared, Mary!" Dib was at a loss of words at first.

"Um..." Dib started but was interrupted as a soft moan filled the room. 'Great. Gir just had to freak out and possibly make things worse.' Dib thought as he saw Zim stir from his sleep.

"Gir," Zim moaned a bit as he opened his eyes. "Stop making noise."

He stopped as he saw who was standing near the door and made a scowl.

"I thought I told you to-" He coughed harshly. "Leave me alone."

"Zim, I just came to see if you were okay." Dib replied, feeling a bit bad for how he had been acting before he came to the base. Zim continued to scowl.

"Since when did you ever- ugh... Care, Dib-Worm?" Zim growled, standing from his spot on the cough, but soon fell back against it as another wave of queasiness came over him. "All you have ever done- ugh... Was cause me pain and try to spill my guts all over an autopsy table."

Dib could find no words to say. He couldn't figure out why he even wanted to help Zim in the first place. Zim coughed as he turned away from the young boy.

"Zim, I-" Dib was suddenly cut off by a low monotone voice from above.

"Incoming transmission." It said.

Soon, the screen on the TV sprang to life, sending out a buzz of static. Thinking quickly, Dib jumped behind the couch, just as the screen cleared of static and two figures somewhat the same as Zim appeared on the screen.

"M-my... My Tallests." Zim stuttered, trying his best not to cough again.

"Hello Zim," The one with red eyes said before glancing over at the other, who had purple eyes. "I'm guessing you've probably figured it out by now." He grinned.

"Wha?" Zim asked.

"Are you feeling okay? You look a little pale." Tallest Purple grinned, as if in a mocking way.

"Yeah, and you look ready to faint." Tallest Red added and began to laugh as did Tallest Purple. Zim stared at the screen completely confused about what his leaders could possibly be laughing about.

"I-I don't understand." Zim said, his voice was still a bit weak and scratchy from being sick.

Dib; meanwhile, hid behind the couch, peered out from his hiding place and continued to listen to what was happening.

"I don't think he gets it, Red." Purple stated turning to the other Tallest.

"Let us explain this is the easiest way possible." Red sneered looking back at Zim. "We never really wanted you in the invasion," He told him. "We just said it to get you out of our antennae. But since you decided to be so annoying and not cooperate, this was the best way to deal with the problem." Red sneered.

Zim continued to stare at the screen but was now more in shock than confusion. "There's a reason why you're not feeling well, Zim." Red continued when Zim didn't reply.

"Ooh! Can I tell him?" Purple asked.

"Sure, go ahead." Red said, grinning evilly.

"We infected your PAK with a deadly virus that not only causes the PAK to shut down but will spread through your body from the inside out."

"Thank you Purple," Red smiled.

From where he was hiding, Dib's eyes grew wide in shock at what he was hearing.

"But I..." Zim began. "I thought that-"

"What? You thought you were actually important?" Red interrupted. "When are you going to get it through your thick skull that we don't even like you?"

Dib gasped in shock.

"Face it Zim! You're no invader," Red sneered. "You're a fraud!"

"Yeah, you're just a mess that no one would ever want to clean up. We hate you! So deal with it!"

"But... My Tallests-"

"And stop calling us that!" Purple shouted. "We're not your Tallests anymore!"

"You were nothing but a defect and always will be." Red added. "Now get lost and never call us again!"

Soon, the screen went blank; leaving Zim stunned in the now quiet. Zim's legs soon gave out and he collapsed onto the floor. After a few moments, Dib came out from his hiding place, a look of guilt and shock on his face.

"Z-Zim?" Dib asked quietly.

Zim stayed where he was on the floor, not even bothering to turn around. The young Irken squeezed his eyes shut in shame and pain that still filled his body.

"Zim, I..." Dib trailed off as Zim finally turned around; grief and anger filling his wet eyes.

"I guess you got you've always wanted." He said, his voice cracking as he spoke.

"Zim… I don't-"

"Get out." Zim growled.

"What? Zim…"

"I said get out!" Zim bellowed, his already worn out voice rasping at the increased volume.

Zim suddenly let out an harsh, dry cough and began to dry heave.

But as soon as it came it stopped and Zim began to catch his breath.

"Leave me be." Zim rasped he turned his face to the floor once again.

Not knowing what else to do, Dib turned and began to leave for the door. But when he reached the door, he stopped and turned around.

"I'm sorry." He whispered, his expression filled with sadness and guilt.

When Zim didn't reply, Dib turned back around and went out the door.

Here's the next part :) And I thought I should say that I'm not sure if I'll continue this story :( I feel that I might be doing something wrong by writing this :C I just don't feel that I should continue T_T But anyways, here's part five and I hope you still like it :) R&R Please