My Only The Only One

Chapter 7

Weeks progressed and nothing seemed to be getting any better. People were bitter that Zim hadn't been punished yet for fighting with their vortian allies, Membrane would not let up on Dib having children, and Zim seemed to get more and more sick as time wore on.

It was increasingly bad in the morning, it seemed, Zim usually going all night without food, meaning that's where his blood sugar was at its lowest.

"Are you sure no one slipped you anything?" Dib asked worriedly, rubbing Zim's back.

"Positive." Zim said, leaned over almost half in the bed, forehead touching him knees in an attempt to keep the nausea down. "It's just... low blood sugar. That's it. I'll be fine."

"But it's not like you're eating less than normal. Zim, I'm worried." Dib pestered, kissing the back of the irken's neck.

"Yeah, but as long as I can still have sex you're fine, right?" Zim asked under his breath. Instantly though he regretted that, sitting up quick, in time to see Dib's expression drop and a hurt look taking the place of a worried one.

"What was that for?" Dib asked, pulling back a little.

Zim shook his head. "I didn't mean that I really didn't mean that! I don't even know where that came from!" He was doing one-eighty's, unable, it seemed, to control what was coming out of his mouth. Not that he was ever good at controlling it before, but it was almost like a word vomit.

And, just as an 'I'm sorry' was about to spew forth something else erupted from him. Something that much resembled the waffles he'd eaten just an hour ago.

"Zim!" Dib shouted in worry, hand moving once more to Zim's back as he threw up all over the bed. "Zim you're sick! Something's wrong!"

Zim shook his head, unable to say anything around his throat clenching and his stomach trying to push out more than what was actually occupying it. He wasn't sick, he couldn't be sick, irkens didn't GET sick!

"Please, you're the only one I can turn to! Something's wrong!" Dib exclaimed, shoulders almost shaking.

"No, I can't." The vortian before him said. This one was just a little shorter that a ten year old with bright green eyes and pale, almost white skin. She was different from the others in that she was the only one Dib felt was even remotely helpful. She was in the medical profession before being sold into slavery and was doing all she could to learn human biology and anatomy. She said it was actually easy because humans were remarkably similar to irkens, which, she was well trained in.

"PLEASE, Nils. He's getting worse and worse." Dib pleaded. "He says it's just low blood sugar but-"

"Then that's probably what it is!" Nils shouted. "Dib, I can't help you. I like you, but I refuse to help Zim. He's dangerous to this mission. You know if his pak wasn't completely locked the Tallest would easily be able to track him right to us!? Not to mention that anyone he's loyal to ends up hurt. Just look at those scratches on your face!"

"That was an accident!" Dib defended quickly.

"Yeah, and so was the death of the previous two Tallests, along with millions of his fellow irkens. He's a nightmare!" Nils pointed out.

Dib sighed and slumped to the stool. "He's not like that anymore. He's calmed down. Please. He's so sick, no matter how much sugar we give him he just gets worse. He's in almost constant pain and he refuses to admit that something might be wrong. Please just have a look?"

Nils glared at Dib a moment before sighing and nodding, saying, "Fine, bring him to me, I'll take a look at that irken for you. But I can't promise anything. Irkens don't get sick."