Zadr (Zim x Dib)

Human: Part 2

(I want death)

Zim's P.O.V.
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I need to leave, I'll die in the hands of that wretched human.  I can't let that happen.  I cannot get up.  I feel numb paralyzed almost.  I must to get out of here, no, I NEED to get out of here!

It's all dark, I can't see an exit or anything.  It smells gross in here.  I strain my antennas (denial right there) to hear anything.  All I can hear is a small, faint breathing, my own and another person's.  I can feel the other person's warm breath to the side of me.  Gross.

I'm able to move my limbs now, and I sit up.  An immediate sharp pain slices through my central body.

"Hiss!" It hurts.

I have to bear through the pain.  I get up fully, trying to not wake the dib-face next to me, sleeping softly, unaware of my movement.  I get off the bed and try to walk.  I fell almost instantly.  Dib groaned, shuffled a little, then slipped back into an unconscious state.

I still can't see anything.  I feel my surroundings, of course, it's still the floor.  I feel a really warm liquid trickling down both my face, and my central area.  I touch the substance, I don't know what it is.

I crawl my way to freedom.  I kne
I was nearing the door of Dib's room, so I leaned upward and opened it.  I dragged my body down the stairs, and out of the house.  I have escaped.
(He still couldn't see anything, and it was in the middle of the night.)

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Dib's P.O.V
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I groan as the light of my window shine through.  I thought I closed the curtains. Uuuuggghhhhh.  I opened my burning eyes and squinted at the light.  I suddenly gasp.

Zim was gone.

I shot up out of my chair and looked at the bed.  No trace.  I searched the room, but i didn't have to search hard.  There was a trail of blood all over the floor.  I swung open my door and followed the bloody trail.

The trail of red led to a ditch, not far from Zim's home.  I looked into the ditch and I saw Zim, with some of his stitches broken, and blood all over his bandages, some was dripping from his face.  I couldn't tell if he was dead or unconscious. 

I rushed to his side and checked his arm, checking for a pulse.  Unlucky me, I never find pulses in the arm, no matter who it is.  I tried to check his neck for a pulse, that was easier to do.  I felt a faint pulse.  Thank god he was alive.  I thought i would never say that, but I need him, for science of course.

I lifted up his limp and hurt body, and headed toward my house again.  I finally reached my house and got a bunch of rubbing alcohol, cloths and water.  Yes, I know I shouldn't use water, since it burns his skin, but i need it to clean off all the dirt, plus his skin will gain an immunity to it later on.  His skin is even turning less green than what i last saw of him.

I took off his bandages and cleaned the wounds.  It took hours to just to do all of it.  God, i can't believe he almsot died.  I mean, yeah, when I was younger I tried to capture or kill him, but I could never, and it's just hard to believe that he almost died.  And in the stupidest way possible, well, not the stupidest, but almost died without me putting any effort.

I sighed and rummaged though my stuff.  I needed some morphine to keep him from waking.  I checked my closet and there wasn't any.  I ran to the kitchen, where i saw a robotic imitation of my dad.

"Hey dad do you have any morphine?"  I asked.

"My son!  I am working on an important project!  What do you need morphine for?  Unless..." The robot gasped.  "Do you need it for REAL SCIENCE?!"

"Yeah." I bluntly said.

Dad squealed like a girl.  "It's in the broom closet!" 

After I got the morphine tank in the closet, (don't ask why it was in a broom closet.) I headed back upstairs.  I could hear my dad humming and joyfully whispering how im doing "real" science.

I opened my door, hooked up the morphine, and started turning up the knob, giving Zim Juuuuuust the right amount.  I sat down once again and stared at him.  I accomplished something amazing, without killing my patient, honestly, i can't help but feel proud. 

I started to twirl Zim's fake hair without realizing it, once I saw my hand twirling his hair, I immediately retracted my hand.  Why did i do it?  I don't know, I guess 'cause it felt nice??  Hmm.  I ruffled up his wig, then laughed, while grinning widly at Zim.

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Lmao
I forgot people actually read this.
Anyway, boom, there ya go I guess, I know shit is startin' slow, but what go ya expect, I wanna easeeee into it.  Even tho we both know im gonna fuck it up.

Anyway,
hope ye enjoyed my fellow fangirls,
Peace out.