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Finale	By : Spacefille Category: +G through L > Invader Zim > AU/AR-Alternate Universe-Alternate Reality Views: 5244 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Apologies to Jrandomlurker... this is not meant to be a rip off in anyway. Apologies for the lateness... for that I have no real excuse.
Zim wasted no time in panicking. The Irken's eyes widened to a near impossible size... and then he began to scream.
"NNNOOOOOOOO!" He screeched out, so loudly that Dib winced. Zim wrenched himself from Dib's grasp and reached down, picking up his pak. With a wild look on his face he retreated across the room rapidly at a half scramble, sure to put distance between Dib and himself. As soon as he was sure that he was safe, or at least far enough away, he turned momentarily and placed the pak back on his back.
It was no use. The pak fell back to the floor again with a clank. The Irken looked down at it, briefly, then looked back up at Dib.
Dib got it. In a few swift strides he had crossed the room, picked up the pak in one hand and offered the alien his other.
Zim would have none of it. "GIVE me my PAK!" He demanded, launching himself at Dib and grabbing for the device. "I need it to live!" The weight of the alien hitting his chest tumbled them both to the ground. They wrestled for a moment and when Dib wouldn't immediately relinquish the pak, then Zim went higher... for the human's neck. "Give it to MEEEE!" He demanded as his tiny clawlike hands dug into Dib's neck.
Dib struggled to buck the Irken back off of him, the hand that wasn't holding the pak desperately tugging at Zim's arms. "Zim!" He shouted back. "Zim I know! Let go!" He continued when the alien looked at him with fury in his eyes. "I just want to help you... let GO and I will..."
Amazingly enough that seemed to get through to him. Zim froze, and the vice grip on his throat loosened a tiny bit. For a moment he stared at the human, his antennae twitching uncertainly.
Dib forced himself to relax, assured that he wasn't going to be throttled. For now. "If I wanted to hurt you I would have done it a long time ago," he added gently.
The Irken raised one non-existent eyebrow and narrowed the other. After a beat, he mumbled something under his breath to the effect of 'lying human scum' and slid off of Dib's chest. He left a hand curled in Dib's shirt as he stood on the floor, his antennae still twitching in an unsure way. The grip on his shirt tightened as the human knelt beside him.
Dib readjusted his glasses and stared at the now exposed expanse of Zim's back. The place where the pak had resided for all of Zim's living life was very obvious... the skin was slightly depressed in a egg shape, and it was a shade lighter than the rest of Zim's skin. He ran his hands down to the twin ports in Zim's back and was amazed to see, as he watched, skin was already starting to grow over the holes. "Zim?" He questioned. "Is your skin supposed to grow that fast?"
"Yes-NO!" The Irken screeched. He let go of Dib's shirt and made a wild motion at the pak Dib held in his hands. "Replace it! Put it on my back NOW!"
Dib followed his orders as quickly as he could. He grasped the pak in both hands and held it up to the alien's back, against the ports. The pak made a clicking sound and random lights came to life across the back panel. After a moment the pak made an odd whirring sound and the lights went dead again.
Dib pulled it away again, confused.
That's when it happened. With a click and another whirring sound the pak began to quake in his hands. The spider legs Dib had seen Zim use on many occasions shot out of it and the human screamed, dropping the pak as it came alive. He scrambled away across the dirty blood covered floor. The pak began to scuttle across the floor towards him as he did so, and at the same time thinner pincher like appendages joined the spider legs.
Zim turned to watch, wide eyed, as one of the pinchers grabbed Dib's leg. The boy jerked his leg in a desperate bid to yank it away, it was no use. The pak scuttled the rest of the way to him and hovered above him, the other pincher shooting out to grasp the human boy by his neck. Dib cried out again and reached out to push it away, but his actions where ineffective. Not only that, the pincher that had his throat decided to apply pressure and for the second time in as many minutes he found himself in danger of being strangled. He let out a little noise that sounded very much like a whimper past the metal at his throat and stilled.
He was faintly aware of Zim's voice yelling at his pak, calling it all sorts of stupid names. Then he was aware of a clicking sound as the pak released its ports. Two long, thin extensions shot out of the Irken's pak as lowered it's self towards him.
This had happened to him before. Even so he could help but to stare in horror as the appendages lodged into his chest. He hadn't actually seen it happen before. Last time the pak had been clenched against his chest, leaving everything up to the imagination...
He assumed from his knowledge of the previous attempt that the pak wouldn't hurt him. He was in for a surprise. The moment the prongs broke his skin he felt pain. It was terrible, shooting and left him nearly paralyzed from shock. After a moment he recovered enough to scream, and scream he did in a tiny thin frightened sound pushed past crushing metal. He forgot everything, his throat, Zim, EVERYTHING as he fought to free himself.
Zim had scrambled across the room to his pile of stuff, wincing as the Dib-human began to make screamy noises. That agony was almost as bad as his tummy had been and he flattened his antennae again in despair.
"Computer!" He barked when he had reached the other side of the room. "How much time has gone by since my pak disengaged?" He continued. "TELL ME!"
"2 minutes, 43 seconds," The computer replied.
Too long. He had a little more than 7 minutes left to repair himself and his pak, get the malfunctioning thing OFF of Dib and reintegrate with it. If he didn't... well there was no way he could survive. The pak contained his control brain. It contained his atmospheric conditioner, and it contained everything about him that defined him as Zim. The thought of loosing that... terrified him. Almost as much as the thought of dying, which was going to happen to him very quickly here if he did not do something...
"Why must this happen to Zim?" He muttered under his breath as he began to root through the tools and objects at his feet. Seconds later he found something that would do. He stood again, shaking off a woozy feeling that told him that stupidity would be setting in soon, and ignored the tendril of thought that told him that then he'd be useless. He frowned as he stood again, raised the laser beam cutter of DOOM! in one of his hands and aimed it at his pak.
The red beam sliced through the metal legs like they were tissue paper, and soon the pak found it's self unsupported. It drew back in alarm, and dropped to the ground. It released Dib as it did so.
The human scrambled away quickly, sweating and panting. Zim afforded him a glance, and noticed that the human's cloth protection was torn at the neck, revealing a part of his upper chest. His throat was dripping acidy human blood from the shallow cuts the pinchers had made. He quickly decided that he did not care. He returned his attention to his pak. The object had half limped itself across the room and appeared to be cowering in a corner.
"Keep an eye on my pak Human!" He ordered at Dib. Ignoring Dib's incredulous 'you've got to be kidding' look, he marched over to the back wall and removed a part of it. A touch of a button instantly brought forth a command station, one he sat at and quickly began to type figures into the panel. He was constantly aware of the failing time, and knew he had preciously little of it left before his mind completely went.
"What are you doing?" Dib's curious voice drifted over to him.
"Occupy your brain meats elsewhere!" Zim snapped back at him. "I have no time for your stupid, questiony... er, questions!" He deliberately ignored Dib's 'Oooookaaaayyy...' response.
The final code was complete and the computer ejected two thin like cords. They shot over Zim's head and embedded themselves in his back. Zim closed his eyes as the computer began to run the intrusive diagnostic. At the same time somewhere behind him the Dib human was making ranty noises again, but he didn't pay any attention. All that mattered was he fix his ports somehow and get his pak back on him.
Unfortunately for all his considering he didn't consider that perhaps the fault was far too complex to fix easily...
"Host body is unrecognized!" The computer announced a couple of seconds (or was it minutes?) later, removing the ports again. "You are an intruder!"
"W-what!" Zim stammered out. His antennae fell flat again as red lights began flashing in the room. "Computer!" He said, leaping off his chair. "You don't understand! I am--" He fell silent, his red ruby eyes widening. For a horrifying moment he forgot who he was.
"I-I am Zim!" He continued when he remembered, but he didn't sound all that certain of that fact. He gasped as the computer suddenly erupted with cords and pinchers, which shot towards him. "Stop!" He gasped. "What are you doing!" He began to struggle as they wrapped around him...
Rescue came from an unexpected source. "Computer!" Dib's voice shouted from a different part of the room. "Run defense command line Dib alpha one!"
"Oh... all RIGHT..." The computer sighed. Apparently whatever it was that Dib told the computer to do it worked... there was a beeping sound... a screeching sound... and then the room went back to normal. The cords dropped him and snaked back into the wall as quickly as they had come.
"What did you DO!" Zim asked as he turned to face the human.
Dib was presently sitting upon the laboratory table with one of the towels pressed up against the wound on his neck. He looked extraordinarily smug as he smiled across the room at the little Irken Invader. "Oh, just a little program I DOWNLOADED into your system," He said casually.
"DOWNloaded?" Zim gapped at him. "Why you wretched--" He stopped suddenly, realizing that he had more important things to worry about. He suddenly grew very pale, then he ran across the room to his pak. Surprisingly enough the pak leapt back on it's broken legs as he approached it. It made an odd clicky sound at him.
Zim's mouth fell open. "Why?" He said, his face full of hurt and bewilderment. "Why must you defy me?" He asked it. He was vaguely aware of the fact that his words were beginning to slur. No time...
"Come back here!" He stepped forwards, only to have the pak leapt back again a couple more times. It leapt all the way past him and into the main part of the room.
Zim followed the retreating device. "Stop!" He ordered it. "Stop... please stop... I need you to live..." He was slowing down. Every step he took was more and more difficult. Finally he stopped all together; his shoulders slumped as he stared down at his broken pak where it lay, barely out of reach. "Please... do not do this to Zim..." He asked it. He reached out to it one last time.
It clicked at him again. Zim stumbled forwards another step and fell to his knees. His head lulled to the side. Things where beginning to shift into shades of gray...
Vaguely he was aware of his mouth slurring out some more half incoherent pleas at his pak. He was also only half aware of Dib, who had obviously taken pity on him, reaching out for his pak and trying to hand it to him. He fell the rest of the way towards the ground and rested his cheek on the cold hard floor. Now he could hear the loud yelly noises Dib was making as the human found himself struggling to keep the pak from trying to re-integrate with him again.
The sounds were nice. They sounded so very far away... almost soothing to his poor abused antennae. "Heh... Dib..." he muttered as his eyes began to close. "Stupid-- wormthing... help... Zim..." He closed his eyes all the way. His world went dark. A second later his antennae stopped working. His world became silent as well. And cold.
The pak in Dib's hands beeped one last time in protest, then stilled. The many devices that had shot from it retreated, going back inside of the pak. Dib dropped it as soon as he was free to do so. It clattered to the floor, obviously dead, looking for the entire world to be a harmless half oval metal shape. It was hard to believe that just seconds previous he had been fighting with the object to keep it from KILLING him. The human boy stood there panting for a moment, then gulped back air and wiped his brow. His neck stung from where sweat had gotten into his fresh cuts and he felt like he had just ran a marathon...
Slowly the human boy realized that it was more than a little bit quiet in the room. He turned. Sure enough, Zim was sprawled out in the center of the room's floor where he had collapsed, surrounded by electrical equipment, his red eyes closed and deepset on his face. The little alien looked incredibly pale...
A horrible feeling settled deep in Dib's gut. "Zim?" He questioned. The ten minutes must be up, he thought to himself. But he couldn't be dead... could he? "ZIM!" He shouted, running for the alien.
Meanwhile, half a galaxy away, there sat a... really big ship. It was beyond big. It was huge! Massive. The Massive to be exact.
And inside the massive sat the governing members of the Irken race. Named Red and Purple for their respective eye colors, they governed their people with respect and diffidence.
Okay maybe they didn't. In fact they had to be among the laziest leaders the Irken Empire had ever seen. They were prone to snacking and randomly ordering their people to perform menial labour for them in the name of fun. And there had only been one Irken EVER that had managed to deny them their snacks and avoid punishment by their hands when they so dearly wanted it.
That Irken's name was Zim.
Zim they hadn't managed to kill. Each time they tried anything... banishment, tests, and trials, the irritating Irken had managed to escape certain demise to live on and be a Massive sized pain in their side. It had been four years since they had banished the Irken to a little planet named Earth in hope that he would be destroyed, and each day they lived in fear of yet another transmission from earth to announce that the Irken was indeed still alive, if not well.
Today that would all change. Red noticed it first. Slurping on a slushy, he had glanced over at the computer monitor that kept a running chart of the pak status of all the Irken's in the empire. There he saw that one of the paks' was flashing red. That... wasn't good. Usually when a pak flashed red, it meant that the pak had disengaged from its Irken host. If a pak had disengaged from it's host it meant that either the host body was dying or the pak had corrupted. Either way that meant the Irken had only a few scant moments of life left.
That wasn't what was so fascinating though... it was the name that registered on the monitor next to the flashing pak symbol.
"Hey would you look at that...?" Red said to his co-ruler Purple, beckoning him over with a two-fingered hand.
Purple glided over to him and peered down at the monitor. He then looked back up at Red.
"Zim." Both of them said at the same time.
"I wonder what happened?" Red mused.
Purple threw his head back with a little snort. "Who cares?" He said. As they watched the pak stopped flashing red and went a solid red color. They both knew what that meant.
"Zim's pak is dead..." Red said slowly. "That means he is too..."
Suddenly both rulers looked at each other with dawning realization in their eyes. "YEAH! Whoho!" They both declared in unison.
"Lets go get us some nachos!" Purple added.
Red thought that was a more than appropriate way to celebrate the death of the biggest irritant the Irken Empire had ever seen. With that they both made to zoom off... but not before Red paused to enter a command into the computer. He smirked as he finished and entered the command, then with that made to follow his co-ruler on a very important trip towards snacks.
Four years ago, Dib might have been just as happy as the hated Irken's leaders. However now... now he wasn't. And no matter how futile it was, he was also bound and determined to save his little friend...
He reached the Irken in a matter of seconds, and rolled the limp body onto it's back. It took him only seconds to realize that Zim wasn't breathing. Even though he knew it was probably futile to try to bring the Irken back after his pak had fallen off, Dib knew he had to try.
"Come on Zim, breathe!" He shouted. He brought his hand down, hard, into the middle of the alien's chest. He did it again. And again, this time especially hard. Finally he stopped and for a horrible moment everything seemed to stand still...
And then the Irken's chest heaved. It heaved again and then the Irken erupted into a great coughing fit.
Dib rocked back on his heels, and let out a huge sigh of relief. He grinned as he inspected the Irken, then reached down and carefully propped his head up in his arms. 'Amazing.' He thought as he watched the Irken's breathing level out. 'So maybe Irkens really CAN live without their paks...' Even as he thought it, he knew he wasn't out of the danger zone yet. He had no idea what kind of injuries the Irken had sustained... he had been bleeding profusely a little less than a half an hour previous. He could be severely brain damaged for at he knew... or be memory-less. Didn't Zim say his brain was contained in that pak?
It took a couple minutes, but Zim finally came around. "Mmmm..." His head rolled to the side and a worry line formed upon his green forehead.
"Zim?" Dib questioned.
Zim's eyes flew open. For a long moment he stared up at the human, then he quickly scrambled out of his arms and to his feet. "Wha--? Whe-? WHO!" He began, his eyes darting about desperately. All he saw was the distruction about the room. And the blood on the floor and part of the walls. He was as naked as a new born smeet as well. He didn't understand...
'Well that just leaves when and why,' Dub thought ruefully. "Zim." He repeated. He reached out towards the Irken. "It's me. Dib." He continued in a gentle voice that he hoped would calm the alien somewhat.
If at all the confused look on the Irken's face grew. "I don--" Sudden recognition flooded his face. "I know you!" He declared suddenly, thrusting an ungloved finger in Dib's direction. "WHAT are you DOING in my BASE!"
Dib's jaw dropped. "What--?" He began.
"Computer! COM-PUT-ER!" Zim hollered. He leapt across the room and clambered onto the bed, then pressed himself against the back wall. "Seize that horrible... creature-- thing!" He made a face as he spoke. "And get it out of my base!"
"Command voice unrecognized." Was the computer's unconcerned reply.
Zim looked horrified. "WHAT?" He screamed. He shook his fist up at the ceiling. "DARE you defy your MASTER! I am--"
"Zim!" Dib cried out at the same time, trying to reach the alien. "Don't you remember anything that's happened in the last couple hours?" When Zim looked confused, Dib elaborated. "Your pak fell off and--"
Zim didn't even turn around to check his back. Instead he focused his hate filled gaze on the human and leveled his fist at him instead. "You speak nonsense human! An Irken cannot SURVIVE without his pak..." The alien trailed off. He stood there on the bed for a moment, and then his entire body tensed, his eyes staring off at nothing. He stayed frozen like that for a time, and then as Dib watched he let out a long thin wail and stumbled forwards. He fell off the bed to the floor with a thump that sounded painful.
"... Zim?" Dib repeated as he made his way over to the fallen Irken. As he approached Zim began to thrash about, high pitched whimpering sounds welling up from his throat. He leaned down and reached out, trying to hold him by his shoulders.
"Don't TOUCH ME!" Zim screamed. His fist came flying towards the human and the boy leapt back again to avoid injury.
As Dib watched Zim cried out and brought his hands down, curved into claws, and dug them into his stomach. He brought them up again quickly, leaving two twin rows of long raking cuts down his front.
"Stop!" Dib gasped out, his ears ringing with the alien's screams. All he could see was blood and for some reason seeing Zim cut himself open with his own hands horrified him. "Zim, what--!"
Zim ignored him and instead rolled on his side, his claws embedding into his upper arms. "It BURNS!" He yelled as he scratched himself down his arms, leaving more raking wounds in their wake. He continued to scream as he thrashed about on the floor.
"STOP!" Dib's hand flew up to grasp the sides of his head as Zim's screams seemed to almost echo inside his skull. The headache that caused was incredible. He squeezed his eyes shut for a moment, then opened them again. "Computer!" He yelled out in desperation. "Do you have any idea what is wrong with him!"
"I... don't know..." Was the unhelpful reply.
"You don't have any idea at ALL?" Dib shot back quickly above Zim's sounds. "He hasn't exhibited any behavior like this before has he?"
"Subject is unknown." The computer said.
Dib swore under his breath. He was going to have to fix the computer so that it recognized Zim as the same Zim he had always been.
At that moment Zim scratched himself again, bringing a twin trail of deep cuts across his chest to join the growing multitude.
Dib couldn't take it anymore. "STOP THAT RIGHT NOW!" He yelled. He leapt for the little Irken again, trying to restrain him by holding him around his middle. He only ended up receiving a row of long raking cuts across his jaw for his effort. He wouldn't be deterred. He went in again and grunted out his protest as he bodily hauled the convulsing alien to his feet. He lifted him up and flipped him onto the bed. Determined to not let him harm himself any further he began to put the alien into restrains. He had only managed to get one arm in when Zim caught on. Letting out an unearthly howl, the alien thrashed harder against him.
"How dare you! How dare you, you filthy stink beast! Restrain Zim in his own home?" And then, when Dib had managed to wrestle the other arm into a restraint, Zim went berserk. "NO!" He cried out, kicking and bucking against the human. "NOOOOOOOOO! I will not be cut open in my own base!"
Dib ignored him and grabbed for one of his legs, placing that in a restraint, then did the same with the other. All the while Zim ranted at him, calling him any number of insults, most of which made absolutely no sense. It was only when he was finished and breathing heavily from the exertion that he afforded himself a glance at the alien's face.
He instantly felt sorry for him. Anger warred with fear upon the alien's face, but the fear was very quickly winning out. His teeth were clenched and his eyes were as wide as they could possibly go as he tested his new bonds.
"Let me go!" Zim said as he continued to yank against the restraints violently. "Letmego, letmego... please..." Zim's voice broke. The alien squeezed his eyes shut and turned his head to the side, taking in a couple deep gasps of breath.
Dib looked at him for a long moment. Then he swore again, softly this time and reached down, grabbing one of the towels that had fallen to the floor during the struggle. He took his glasses off and mopped his face and neck, removing sweat and blood that was both his and the Irken's. Pulling the cloth away he made a face at the Christmas colored collection of substances on it and dropped it again. He then sighed and slumped slightly against the end of the laboratory bed.
He was exhausted. If he had known this was what he'd have to deal with when Gaz had approached him after school he might have very well reconsidered coming.
Then again, he realized, if he hadn't Zim might be dead right now.
He might still be dead, he thought. He didn't have any idea if the little alien was going to survive or not.
He looked up, and a pained expression crossed his face as small whimpering sounds starting to come from Zim again.
Either way he wasn't going to get any relief any time soon was he? Dib sighed and turned away from the table. There was nothing else he could do for him, at least not without a little bit of research. He walked over to his laptop and picked it up. Intent on ignoring Zim's screams, he settled into a corner of the room that wasn't splattered with blood and switched on his laptop.
During the next hour or so, through all the mostly incoherent screams and yells from the laboratory bed, Dib hacked into Zim's computer systems like he had never hacked before. First he changed the programming on the computer, adjusting it to recognize Zim as the same person as he always was, despite his changed DNA. From that he modified the computer to recognize him as the actual master of the house, reasoning to himself that it was merely to protect Zim who was presently unable to help himself.
He was also able to determine that the scratching himself in such a manner had indeed happened before, back when Zim had been in heat. He could only guess at its meaning, but one theory had to do with his changing body. If Zim's body had been changing rapidly and that caused his blood to burn or hurt him in some way, then that made sense compared with Zim's recent actions. If Zim was still alive after loosing his pak, then obviously his body was undergoing some very drastic changes indeed to compensate for the lack of mechanical control...
At that time Dib searched the computer for any information he could find on Irken history, biology, anything. That confirmed what he needed to know about the pak indeed being the control brain for the Irken body, but it was also there that he discovered that Irken's also had a perfectly capable brain in their heads as well. The brain in Zim's head just didn't know how to run his body that was all.
He glanced up at the Irken, who was currently babbling disjointedly about meese. Or something. It looked like Zim's organic brain had picked up functioning fine... if a little bit addledly.
He continued. The history he found was more than a little bit interesting. Irkens apparently were originally a technologically disinclined peaceful race, who had come to depend on the paks as a collective idea. The words "to unite them under a common cause!" made Dib's eyebrow raise slightly. That sounded somewhat... sinister. He also discovered what Zim had already told him in less words... the pak conflicted with several thousands of years worth of evolution and heat had to be regulated to a certain time because it could not be surpressed completely. He couldn't find much information on what Irkens were like before they had paks, which didn't help him at ALL when it came to figuring out how to help Zim. He did however put two and two together and figured that Zim's heat and his incompatible alien DNA in his system had something to do with the little alien's pak disengaging suddenly. He peered across the room to where the dead pak sat in the corner. He had probably corrupted it unintentionally. Maybe that was why it had been attacking him.
He wondered if the pak was responsible for killing the babies as well. That caused a chill to sweep through him. He wondered if the pak was really that smart. It seemed so little and insignificant over there on the floor all by it's self... then again...
"Dib?"
The alien's voice called his attention back to the table. He got up and went to over to it silently. His eyes widened as he realized that the alien wasn't looking at him. Instead his gaze was focused somewhere at the ceiling.
"It hurts," The alien whimpered softly. "It hurts... it hurts..."
Dib frowned and leaned over the table where his head was. When the alien did nothing but stare at the ceiling, Dib reached out and put his arm around him, shaking him very gently. "Zim...?" He questioned.
The Irken's head swiveled towards him, and for a long moment he just stared at Dib. Dib was beginning to wonder if he recognized him, when the Irken began to speak.
"Please," He said, and his voice sounded just like a little human child's. "Please stop. It hurts Dib. It hurts so bad. Make it stoooooop..."
Dib let go and stared at him. 'I'm not the one hurting you, it's your body,' He thought. Even as he said it, he knew he was slightly wrong. If he was right about his DNA in Zim's system being responsible for Zim's pak disengaging, then he was wrong in saying it wasn't his fault Zim was suffering. He didn't like being wrong, but he couldn't deny the truth in this. He sighed and squeezed his eyes shut. "I'm sorry." He said, honestly. He really did mean it. He opened his eyes and gazed down, only to find himself looking directly into the Irken's eyes. Past the pain a tiny ray of hope seemed to exist in them and this was focused right at him.
"I can't stop it Zim," Was all he said. It was all he could say.
Zim's face fell. Hope faded quickly into despair on it, and then the Irken shut his eyes again. He rolled his head away, and drew in a couple of quick shuddering breaths as he focused his gaze on the wall. Then he could hear soft hitching sounds coming from the alien, and it didn't take him long to realize what they were.
The thin broken sound of the Irken's sobs made Dib feel like he had kicked a puppy or something. He shut his eyes again and brought his head down against the bed with a soft thump. Damn it all to hell.
He gave in. He decided that he couldn't leave him. Instead he crawled up on the bed as well, and laid himself down next to the shaking, bound and frightened creature. He wrapped his arm as best he could around him and held him. "Shh..." He tried helpfully. "It's okay..."
The subdued shuddering noises of grief coming from the Irken his only reply.
According to his laptop, it was about 4 in the morning when Zim's eyes fell out. They had gotten progressively more glazed over the course of the early hours. It was about five minutes before when the tired Irken had muttered something about not being able to see at all when he blinked and they fell off like giant husks as if from an insect or a snake. Zim kept his eyes closed after that, adding that pain to his lists of pains to moan and groan about.
At about 6 or 7 am, the Irken fell asleep. His breathing evened out and his brow unknotted, much to Dib's utter relief. He lay with him for a little while longer, partly to make sure the alien didn't stop breathing, then used aching limbs to push himself off of the bed. He limped over to his little corner of the room and after a couple of softly spoken commands to the computer, had it make him a couch. Once it was made he curled up in it, using the least dirtied towel as a pillow, too tired to have the ornery computer to make him anything else. Soon he was fast asleep as well...
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