WARNING: this chapter will contain very graphic gore and fighting and stuff, please be advised.
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VIRAL BREAKOUT LOG; DAY 25
"PUT IT DOWN ZIM!"
Zim continued to stuff the last of the bread into his mouth. Dib was furious.
"ZIM WHAT AM I GOING TO DO WHEN I RUN OUT OF FOOD? I CANT LIVE OFF SWEETS!"
Zim cackled, crumbs flying out of his mouth.
"You will have none of Zim's sweeties! They are for Zim!" he went for the apples.
"Oh no you don't!"
Dib dove at Zim, and tackled him to the floor, sending the bag of apples rolling across the room.
"Get your hands off Zim" he hissed, kicking Dib in the stomach. Dib gasped and rolled off of him. Zim got to his feet, only to have them kicked out from under him. It had been a while since their last fight, maybe too long. This wasn't just about the apples, this was the build-up of every tiny thing they had done that had gotten on each other's nerves for the last month or so they had been cooped up together. The apples were merely a catalyst for their frustration, the blind rage that dib felt, the manic fury that was Zim.
Zim's pak legs activated lifting him off the ground, towering above dib, who was now on his feet. Zim used his pak legs to manoeuvre himself, swinging around he kicked dib in the face. He felt his lip burst, and blood welled up in his mouth. His glasses were sent skittering across the floor, and he staggered back.
Zim stabbed out with a pak leg, which Zim grabbed, and twisted. Zim landed on the floor with an oomph. Then dib was on top of him, straddling him, his knees on either side of his chest. His heart hammered against his ribs, adrenalin pumping through his veins. He punched Zim in the face, blow after blow, until Zim's pak legs grabbed him roughly and picked him up. Zim was on his feet again, snarling deep in his throat. Dib spat a wad of blood and saliva in his face. Zim screamed furiously. He threw dib across the room, sending him crashing into some very important and very fragile science equipment, which shattered under his weight. Dib screamed in pain. Zim approached him cautiously on his pak legs. Maybe that had been too much for the human. Not that he cared, he just didn't want to have to take care of a blubbering baby for the next irk knows how long.
Blood was running down dibs left hand, a shard of glass was sunk deeply into his flesh just below his ring and pinkie fingers. He swung out at Zim with his right hand, and landed a fist in his face. He managed to get in two sturdy blows before Zim grabbed his left hand, making dib cry out in pain. He tried to pull his hand away, and stopped short. His fingers. His fingers wouldn't move. He panicked, pulling harder, the extra force serving to only wedge the glass deeper into his hand. He whimpered.
"Looks deep. Your tendons are probably severed," Zim observed casually "can you move your fingers?"
"N-no." dib managed. He tried to breathe deeply to calm himself, the pain had slowly taken over the feelings of rage.
"You're useless like this. Stupid fragile humans" Zim muttered.
After some feeble arguing on dibs part, and stubborn insisting on Zim's part, they had agreed that dib would bite the proverbial bullet, and let Zim fix his hand.
Zim had laid out a rather terrifying looking apparatus. Swabs of disinfectant, scalpels, staples, anaesthetic, what looked like a laser knife with adjustable nibs, and other miscellanea. A blue pen, had marked right up dibs forearm, the shard of glass now removed, left a gaping wound.
Despite the mild anaesthetic, dib was still acutely aware of the pain, and had in fact placed the leather strap of his belt between his teeth. He held it in his right hand, and waited for Zim to make the incision. He looked over at him, a small pink mask concealed his mouth, and goggles covered his eyes. His appearance did nothing to console dib, who was sweating profusely. Having retrieved his glasses, which miraculously hadn't shattered, he was able to see very clearly when, without warning, Zim made the incision.
His teeth ground against his leather belt. Zim sliced the blade through his skin, a clean cut that ran up his arm, until he found dibs tendons. They were like elastic, and so had shot up his arm when severed, and stopped just below his elbow. Next came the fun part. Zim carefully peeled back dibs skin, stapling the wound wide open. Dib winced, he could feel it in kind of a numb stabbing way. The anaesthetic hadn't quite kicked in yet. He struggled not to jolt his arm against the restraint, and supressed another whimper.
Zim got to work, pulling the tendons forward, and reattaching them. He had to be especially careful, because even the slightest movement from dib, would mean he would never be able to move those fingers again. Dib was making a lot of movements.
"Don't look! You make worm baby noises every time I try to do something important! Zim needs silence to work!"
Dib nodded, and obediently looked away, swallowing hard. His Addams apple bobbing up and down. He squeezed his eyes shut. He still made jerky tense movements every time he felt the cold of steel inside his arm. Zim hissed, annoyed. Fine, he'd just administer some more anaesthetic. He jabbed dib in the arm with a needle, and the painkillers shot into his bloodstream. It took a couple of minutes, but finally he relaxed a little more. Good.
Zim had finally fused the tendons back together using the odd looking laser knife, and was stapling the wound shut, when a giggle erupted from dibs lips, the belt slipping out from between his teeth.
"QUIET earth boy! Zim is not finished!" he snapped at him, tying a bandage around dibs arm.
"pfffsssshshsssss"
"I said stop it!"
Dib was staring at the bandage Zim was winding around his arm, his eyes drooping slightly, a tilted grin on his lips. Then Zim realised. He'd given Dib too much anaesthetic. He wound the bandage carefully around his hand, and those soft fingers that were now swollen and ugly, but still dibs. He gently fastened the bandage, and attached the exercise elastic from his fingers to his wrist, dib giggling madly the whole time. Then he said something that made Zim's insides feel how it does when you miss a step.
"You love me don't you Zim" he was grinning like an idiot.
"NEVER! Zim loathes the earth pigs!"
"But you like me" he giggled "were best friends"
"Zim would never lower himself to become friend with the likes of you pitiful stink!"
And though his words were harsh dib was right. He'd never had a friend, and though they beat each other relentlessly, it was the kind of contact that he relished. In a way, they might have been friends. Zim cursed himself. What stupid thoughts were these!?
"Best friendsssss, because you fixed me"
He held up his hand for Zim to see, and accidentally walloped him in the eye, his goggles since discarded.
"Argh! Careful with that! Zim will not allow you to hurt him with his own GENIUS repairs!"
"Woopsy.. Let me kiss that better" dib leaned forward, and slumped off his chair, his face landing in Zim's lap.
"Euagh! Get off of ZIM!"
He struggled beneath Dib's weight and sighed. He extracted his pak legs for the second time that night, and gently picked him up. Dib dangled in the air muttering to himself as Zim carried him over to their 'sleeping quarters'. He laid dib gently down, and covered him in blankets.
"You have to sleep Dib human."
Dib nodded dutifully, then with his good arm, he pulled Zim down on top of him. Zim squealed and pushed himself back up, batting the boys arms away. Dib looked at him, his expression suddenly very serious.
"You really are my friend." He whispered up at the Irken "even though you hate me,"
"I know" Zim mumbled, tenderly stroking dibs face. His shot back looking horrified.
What had that been about? Why had he touched him for reasons other than to hurt or annoy him? Or until tonight, to fix him? He had just looked so cute and helpless- no! His insides turned uncomfortably. He turned back to shout some obscenity to dib, but the boy was already asleep.
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN INVADER ZIM OR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS!
((Tl;dr for people who couldn't handle the gore: Dib hurts his hand in a fight with Zim, and Zim fixes him.))
I know nothing about doctor stuff, I just based dibs injuries off my landladies, and so im just going off what she said about tendons…..
Alright! Chapter 4 in the bag! I've been informed that my chapters are short, and yeahhhh (sorry), I'm just putting chapter breaks where I think the story would benefit from them? So yeah I think this one is a bit longer anyways, hope you enjoy!
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