Someone asked me if this is going to be a ZaDr… neop. By the way, this chapter is gonna be from Membrane's POV because I think we all know how much gooey fluff I can shove down his throat. By the way, sorry if these aren't good. I live in America, Eastern time zone (latest time zone in America!) and I stay up really late writing these. So…

Professor Membrane sat on the bottom of the steps, thinking. How could this have happened to his son. Right now, his life was in quite a difficult state. He shook his head sadly. Ten years he had spent building the perfect utopian house for his children to grow and live in. His lab chemicals were safely stored away, of course, so that as babies Dib and Gaz couldn't get to them. To this day, Dib and Gaz still didn't know where they were, an if they did, they wouldn't care anyway.
Professor Membrane told himself over and over again that this boy was his son, although he didn't exactly believe it. This boy, this… this… monster, had created a newer, more-prone-to-sickness, emotionally unstable son. The reason, after all, that Dib had missed so much school was because he was hospitalized for a week, but the professor was a softie, he knew this very well about himself, an continued to care for Dib at home. But now Dib was ill, and it was all because of that Zim boy. What had he done to his clone, his only son? Beat him into a pulp, that's what! Darn right he was going to sue! Sue him against assault to his son.
In examination of the wounds, Membrane determined this: Zim must've used a knife of some sort. No one can do that with their bare hands, NO ONE. Membrane kicked at a random sock lying there beside the step. If his son's life was ruined, the harsh reality of it was that so was his. He didn't ever think that he'd see his son in such a feeble, vulnerable state. Of course he didn't! Dib's special education had gotten so bad that Dib needed to relearn how to multiply. Oh, he'd sue. He'd sue hard. He'd sue for everything Zim owns. EVERYTHING.
But no, he mustn't stoop that low; he'd choose to act like the adult. The older, more responsible adult. Sue him for some money maybe. Definitely a couple hundred dollars.

But the flashbacks came every night.

Dib staggered through the door that frightful night. He looked dazed, confused, and very unwell.
"Son?" He asked. Dib'b breathing was irregular.
"Dad, I'm…" Dib began to say, but a wave of nausea hit him, and he bent over and proceeded to vomit up thick red blood. The blood looked like it had been sitting in his stomach for a while, as it was beginning to coagulate. Professor Membrane looked at Dib with horror and repulsion. Dib was pale from nausea and blood loss. Dib shuddered and fell over.
"Son!" Professor Membrane yelled. Dib smiled.
"I'm alright, Dad." He gagged. Blood sprayed out of his mouth. Some got on Professor Membrane. He could tell that Dib was trying very hard not to let anymore blood come up. The Professor decided that this would be immediate medical attention. He called 911.
"911, what is your emergency?" He couldn't remember what words he said next. Something about "Come quick, my son is dying." Dib shook. Finally he couldn't bear it any longer and gave way, spewing more blood out of his mouth.
"I'm okay, Dad." Professor Membrane only smiled at his son to try to hide his immense fear.

A couple minutes later, the ambulance came. Professor Membrane stayed by Dib's side, holding his hand. Dib was acting really strange. Talking about weird things, like purple beans and blue computers. Professor Membrane was scared. He wanted his son back! Who had done this? It troubled him, and for three days he didn't sleep at all. He just stayed with his precious son. Of course he had to hire a babysitter for his daughter, Gaz, but it was important for him to keep an eye on Dib.
For two months Dib stayed at the hospital. The next couple of weeks was mental therapy. It was concluded that Dib had suffered some brain damage and would need special education in math and science, but for English and social studies they would see.

Finally, Dib returned to school. He was mentally ruined, and not exactly in the best physical state, either. He remembered his son crying, begging his father for him to stay with him at school, wanting with all his might just to stay with his father.

"Dad…"

Professor Membrane decided to go to bed. While he was brushing his teeth, most of the little handful of water he was using to splash on his face was accidentally dropped down his shirt. He whimpered from the sudden chilliness of the water, but then grew to the conclusion that he liked the way it felt. It relieved stress.

A quick, cold shower wouldn't hurt.

He stripped and then stepped into the shower. The coolness of the shower was relaxing. He sat down.

Okay. Here came the part when he sat down in the middle of a cold shower thinking about his life. It was strange how showers soothed minds and all rational thinking was returned.
A while later, he figured he should step out of the shower and go to bed. He was tired anyway.
He got out, put his pajamas on, and snuggled his son, who snuggled back…

"Out of clutter, find simplicity. From discord, find harmony. In the middle of difficulty lies opportunity."
-Albert Einstein

So I have decided to end every chapter with a quote. Just because. And of course with the usual A/N.