"Finally!" I sigh, getting comfy on the couch, the best luxury I have. The plushness of its cushions always help me relax, forget about my worries. And after a long day of annoying pests and stupid humans, this is a bit of heaven. Removing my disguise and just being lazy! Nothing, I repeat, nothing could ruin this!

"Tak!"

"OH COME ON!" I yell, mentally face palming. Grouchily, I sit up from my spot, shutting my eyes. I swear, if this is Zim, I'm going to straight up murder him. But not before I boil him alive.

I march to the door feeling bitterly about leaving the softness of my couch. All I wanted was to lie there! Is that really so much to ask for?!

I unlock the door and pull it open.

Shit.

"What the HELL?! It's eleven o'clock! Must you bother me every second of every f-ing day?!" I yell at Zim, who only stares at me somberly.

"I didn't ask to come here..."

"Then get away from my base you-" And then I notice it.

Crimson liquid flows from his hand, which he grasps tightly. Blood drips onto his clothes and on the concrete. I back away in disgust.

"I must use your auto-healer," He mutters coldly, gesturing toward his hand. "There will be no otherwise. I must use it now."

I hesitate. Zim, who I hate with every bone in my body, is wounded, and coming to me for help. He's never once helped me in any way. In fact, when he does, he makes the situation twenty times worse, not to mention he'll stain the floors with blood. Yuck.

So why in my right mind should I?

"Fine. But if you try anything, I swear on Tallest Purple I'll cut off your mouth. Got that?" Zim nods and cautiously steps inside.

Slamming the door shut, I spin around to him quickly. I scowl.

"What?!" He inquires, a perplexed frown on his face. I roll my eyes.

"Rude guest. Can't even thank me," I remark, turning to lead him to the device.

"You-you expect me to THANK you?! It's all YOUR fault that this happened!" Zim seethes, pointing to me with his good hand. I roll my eyes.

"Uh huh. You manage to get a cut the size of Dib's head, and it's somehow my fault. Can I point out that I wasn't even WITH you?!" I hiss, clenching my fists. Zim's face burns in anger.

"I hate you."

"That's nice."

The rest of our walk was silent, thankfully, but it was only about five or so minutes until we reached the auto-healer. I grab the slender object carefully, and hand it to Zim. He places it on the cut, and the device begins to hum, a soft, vibration coming from it. Within seconds it stops, Zim removes it, exposing his uncut flesh. He smirks.

"How'd you manage that, anyway?" I question, antennas perking in interest. Zim frowns.

"None of your business, TAK!" He sneers, making a fist. I grit my teeth.

"Get out."

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Authors notes: U mad bro?

Haha, I've always wanted to say that. Sorry for being my crazy self! :)

BY:APPLEBERRYSLUPPIE12