The Sicknes

Part Six

As Dib continued to sit in class the following day, he remained silence the entire time. Occasionally, he'd glance over at the far desk where Zim would always sit. As he did so, he began to think over all that happened the day before and began to wish that all of that had been said and everything he had seen that day, hadn't happened; that he had just head home instead of trying to expose Zim. But if he had gone home, he would've continued to think that Zim had been up to something and would have continued to treat him like dirt.

Dib wouldn't have known Zim's mission was fake; that Zim was actually sick and possibly be... 'Dying.' Dib thought, his face going a bit pale. This entire time, Dib had thought it was a trick to let his guard down and take him out. But now after witnessing what he had, Dib knew he had to do something. But what could he do? He knew nothing about alien diseases, and even if he did, he doubted Zim would even let him anywhere near the base. Dib's thoughts were suddenly interrupted as the final bell rang and everyone soon got up and were leaving the classroom. Dib began to walk toward the door, when a voice caused him to stop and turn to see his sister standing behind him.

"You've been really quiet today." She stated. "Usually you're talking non-stop."

"I'm just... I don't know." Dib replied, turning around again.

"What's your problem?" Gaz said, becoming a bit annoyed.

But Dib didn't reply. He just walked for the door, leaving a stunned Gaz standing there in the hallway. Soon, she shrugged, pulling out her portable game and walking out the door to head home. Dib continued to just walk down the road. He didn't know where he was heading, but he needed time to himself to think of what he should do. After a few moments, Dib looked up as he came to a halt. Zim's base stood before him. Not only was he shocked that everything seemed to be off within and around the base, but he could see a strange figure on the roof. Dib squinted to see what it could be, but his eyes soon grew in horror as he realized what it was.

It was Zim... Out of his disguise, sitting on a small ledge atop the roof. As Dib looked closer, he could see that Zim's gaze looked distant; seemed to be lost in his own thoughts, an exhausted expression on his face. After a few moments, Dib shook away the shock and ran up the sidewalk and climbing a small tree that Gir had planted near the house some time ago. After doing so, Dib reached the top. Seeing the jump distance between him and the house, Dib steadied himself before taking a leap. The twelve-year-old yelped in shock and horror as he just barely reached the ledge of the roof. After some effort, Dib managed to hoist himself up, sighing in relief. Shortly after doing so, Dib's gaze soon landed on the open window that was nearby; mentally kicking himself for not figuring that out sooner.

He turned his attention back to Zim; or rather, where he had been sitting. Dib looked around and soon found a lone, green figure running down the street; which was thankfully empty. Acting quickly, Dib got off the roof, landing on the hard ground below. As he got up from the ground, Dib winced at the new found pain in his legs; mentally kicked himself again for doing something so stupid instead of just going in through the window and going down at elevator or stairs and out the door. But he couldn't worry about that now, he knew he had to do something before Zim would be seen. Dib stopped mid-run as he began to think about it. 'If he's exposed, people won't think I'm crazy anymore.' Dib pondered. 'But he just got told off by his leaders.' He thought again.

"Or should I say ex-leaders." Dib stated aloud as he began running again.

He still couldn't believe that Zim's own leaders would treat him like dirt.

"So who would I be to kick his while he's down?" Dib asked himself.

And so, he began to race off after the Irken, hoping he hadn't gotten that far. Meanwhile, Zim stumbled as he continued to sprint down the road; hoping to get away from the twelve-year-old who didn't seem to get the concept that he didn't want to be bothered. Zim tripped and fell, hitting the ground hard; a new found pain coursing through his skinned knee that showed through the newly formed rip in his pants. Regardless of the pain, Zim pushed onward, coughing roughly as he continued to run. After what seemed like hours, Zim came to a halt within some woods, resting himself against a nearby tree as he tried to catch his breath. He began to hack and dry heave, shivering as he did so. The sudden noise, caused him to go still. Zim stayed perfectly quiet, or at least tried to since he still had trouble catching his breath.

"What do you want, Dib-Worm?" He growled before coughing again.

As if on cue, a figure came out from the shadows.

"Zim... I just wanted to see if you were okay." Dib replied, quietly.

"I've already told you!" Zim let out another cough. "I don't want your pity."

"Zim-"

"All you ever wanted to do was expose me and spill my guts for you and your- ugh... Stink-beast population to see!"

Dib didn't reply to that. He had been planning that at the beginning, but now knowing that Zim wasn't a threat, there was no need for him to do it. He could never bring himself that low, especially since Zim was becoming weaker.

"Zim... Let me help you." Dib persuaded calmly, stepping closer toward the undisguised Irken.

"I don't need... Your filthy..." Zim trailed off as he leaned sideways; his eyes sliding shut as he collapsed into a heap on the ground!

"Zim!" Dib shouted.

He ran to the fallen Irken's side, panic in his eyes. He could see Zim's PAK lights beginning to flash faintly. And just when Dib thought it couldn't get any worse, it started to rain.

Here's part six :) After a lot of reviews of continuing the story, I think I might continue writing. This part was originally going to be part five but since it's too late to change it, I decided to put it in this part of my story. Anyways, I hope you're okay with this chapter :) R&R Please. Thank you