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Opening his eyes slightly to watch Dib as he slept, Zim couldn't help but smile a bit at having Dib clinging to his uniform top. His mind still racing, he felt unable to drop off as quickly as the other. Before long, however, he finally felt himself drifting off to sleep with the human pressed close to him for warmth.
Letting out a small whine, Dib shifted in his sleep a bit and shivered. "Mmmm...Mom..." He murmured, tightening his hold on Zim's shirt.
Zim frowned in his sleep from all the shifting. "Mm...Mmm?" He peeked his eyes half open at Dib for a short moment before shuffling up nearer to him to get comfortable again.
Tugging at the covers in his sleep, Dib pulled them over his head as though to hide. "Mom...Mommy..." He let out a small whimper.
Opening his eyes fully at hearing that, Zim rubbed the top of his head, blinking sleepily and pushing himself up a little to pull at the covers. "...Dib?" He said, trying to get the other to come out from his hiding place.
His body shiver
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Finally managing to get his coughing somewhat under control for the time being, Dib gasped for air as his hands were now covered in blood and everything hurt thanks to his fever, which had grown even worse than it'd been before. "Z-Zim...I can't move..." He said once he had settled some.
Grabbing some tissue from the side, Zim's eyes grew wide at seeing all the blood before he very carefully took his hand to gently wipe it away. Doing his best not to hurt him in the process, he then looked down at Dib with even more worry than before. "Dib, I'm taking you to a hospital...Right now." He said, getting up to gather a few of his things before leaving.
Eyes snapping wide open at those words, Dib followed Zim's movements with his eyes, watching him as he grabbed his disguise and hurried over to his closet to grab him a clean pair of pajamas just to return and carefully dress him in them before scooping him and the covers around him up into his arms, causing him to let out a pained scream bef
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A/N: This is an ongoing ZADR fanfiction/RP by *Pat-The-Kitsune and myself. Enjoy!
Dib could feel the other's fake eyes following him, watching his every move as he packed up the last of the gym volley balls into there bags, and he couldn't help but wonder why. Why was it that fate was so cruel towards him? Ever since he'd first entered high-school, it seemed every teacher he came into contact with was drawn towards pairing him up with his worst enemy, as he currently was right now. Not that it really mattered when the green menace just sat back and watched.
"You know, you COULD help me with some of this, you jerk." he said, picking up the first bag of volley balls to move them over towards the equipment room.
After an intense gym period in the close to freezing-cold basketball court, their gym teacher had assigned THEM to pack up all the equipment and move it back before heading home. A few weeks shy of the winter break, Dib just wanted to get out of the school's required gym clo
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Dib rolled his eyes. Of course Zim would be going off again. This time was no different to the last, except instead of rambling on about the cafeteria food giving him blisters, he was directly addressing the cafeteria drone herself. She ignored him of course, barely casting an eye towards the green 'child' directly in front of her, let alone every other student in the cafeteria for that matter.
How could they not see? Even after a two years of the same nonsense. Dib had at least expected something to change. But no. He was still picked on. Still known as the crazy kid with no friends. The paranormal freak.
Putting his hand to his chin, Dib slowly ate his cafeteria food, trying to blot out the noise of Zim's raspy voice, but it was no good. He could still hear it ringing throughout his head. He almost envied how the other students could block Zim out so easily. He just wouldn't shut up.
The pounding sensation emerging on the right side of his temple didn't help either. The more Zim rant