Published: April 20, 2012
Hardly responding to Zim's words, Dib was in too deep of a sleep to know anything other than he wanted Zim to remain still as some kind of pillow for him.
Letting Dib cuddle up to him, Zim sighed out quietly. "Please be okay, Dib..." he just wanted his human hybrid to recover quickly.
Returning to the base about 45 minutes later, Gaz entered Zim's bedroom without even knocking this time, a small bag of various items in hand. "How is he?" she asked, placing the bag on the bed and looking up at Zim.
Looking up from Dib, Zim could only shake his head slowly. "I'm not sure...He's still asleep." he responded, petting back a bit of Dib's hair.
"Well, I bought a few items for when he wakes up that our mom used to give us whenever we were sick. They should help lower his fever."
"Okay...You think he'll be okay, right?"
Gaz merely nodded her head. "So long as you don't pull any more organs out of him or play around with his DNA, he should be fine in a day or two." she said, pulling something that looked like an ice-pack out of the grocery bag. "I'll be right back. I'm going to throw this in the freezer upstairs for a bit. Keep an eye on him until I get back." she instructed the Irken before leaving.
Nodding his head silently, Zim could only hold tighter to Dib.
Yawning tiredly in his sleep, Dib slowly started to come to again, bringing a hand up to rub under one of his eyes before blinking them open enough to have a look around. "Hmmm..." he sounded out disorientated.
Freezing in his spot, Zim brought his gaze down to look at Dib with wide eyes. "A-Are you okay?!" he asked, having been wanting to ask the other how he was feeling all morning.
Bringing his tired gaze up to look at Zim, Dib responded back in a fairly worn out voice. "My body is hurting again..." was all he could manage to say.
"Gaz said she'd be right back, Dib...Just hold on." Zim told the other, hugging him lightly in an attempt to make him feel better.
But Dib could only let out a light sob at that as he felt anything but better in that moment. If possible, he actually felt worse. "I want my mom..." he whimpered out somewhat delusional, something he only did when he was in severe pain.
Flinching back at Dib's words, Zim nuzzled him back gently, just wanting to calm him down now. "I-I don't know where she is..." he stuttered out, unsure what to do now that Dib had started crying.
Arms crossed, Gaz stood back in the doorway to the room. "That's because she's dead." she said before making her way back into the room.
Looking up from Dib as she walked in, Zim couldn't help but send her a slightly confused look now. "What happened? How did she die?" he asked, not having wanted to ask Dib for fear of opening old wounds.
Approaching the bed, Gaz glanced down at Dib. "I don't think that's the best topic to be discussing right now." she said before gesturing to Dib, who was whimpering in Zim's arms at the moment. "She was still alive the last time he got this sick." she informed him, cutting off the subject there.
Looking back down at Dib and sighing, Zim could only shake his head and hold him close. "I keep forgetting...You're no more than a smeet, Dib..." his voice came out soft as he often forgot how young Dib still was.
Merely watching them for a few moments, Gaz then turned back to look through the stuff she had bought for him. "Well, I got him a few fever reducers from the store, but I'm not quite so sure he should be taking them yet. If any of those painkillers you gave him are still coursing through his body, it might be better to start him off with a cold bath." she said, looking back up at Zim. "You did leave him with the ability to tolerate water, right?" she asked, though she wouldn't be surprised if he hadn't.
"Of course I did! Do you think I'm stupid?!"
"Trust me. You don't want me to answer that truthfully...Now, can I trust you to give him a cold bath without doing anything overly perverted to him? I'd do it myself, but I'd really rather not have to see what his new bits and pieces look like after what you did to his DNA."
Antennae falling back to press against the back of his head, Zim glared hatefully at Gaz. "I'm not THAT bad! I'm not doing anything until HE'S ready anyways! But as it looks now, he'll never want to, so you can just quit harassing me about it already!" he barked back at her, pulling away from Dib to get up out of the bed before picking the boy up carefully to carry him to the bathroom.
Rolling her eyes, her arms crossed, Gaz could tell he was just overreacting about the issue now.
Meanwhile, in Zim's arms, Dib had shrunk down a bit, his new antennae falling back almost submissively as he stared back up at Zim a little frightened by all the yelling. "A-Are you mad at me?" he asked in a quiet voice, thinking the other had only gotten so upset because he had refused to have sex with him.
Looking down at Dib shocked at that question, Zim quickly shook his head. "Wh-Why would I be mad at you?!" he exclaimed, holding him close and nuzzling him. "I love you...None of this is your fault, Dib...It's mine..." his voice then fell down to a whisper so as not the scare him anymore than he already had.
"B-But you sounded upset that I didn't want to have sex with you yet..."
Shaking his head violently, Zim didn't want Dib thinking any of this was his fault. "NO! I was mad because your sister wouldn't stop harassing me! It had nothing to do with you. You're still just a smeet...At least at heart..." his voice became soft again as he didn't want Dib feeling burdened about the subject.
Calming just a bit at those words, Dib sniffled wetly in Zim's arms. "S-So, you're not mad at me about it then?" he asked, still feeling a little bit guilty about refusing to sleep with Zim.
Nuzzling him gently, Zim carefully set Dib down to start the bathwater for him, the water coming out a light pink color. "Of course not. I've told you this before, Dib. It was my fault." he reassured the other one last time.
Bringing one hand up to rub at one of his eyes and then his other hand up to rub at his other eye, Dib wiped the tears away the best he could at that answer as he waited for Zim to fill the tub for him.
Still facing away from Dib as he prepared the bathwater, Zim didn't notice this until he had turned back around. "This bath is half water, half cleansing goo. It should be enough to feel nice to you and not burn me." he said before turning back to Dib. "Are you ready to get i- Hey. What's wrong?" he asked as he reached forward a hand to wipe at a few of Dib's tears.
The tears still coming, Dib just continued to wipe at his eyes with his hands. "My head hurts...a lot." he said before shivering slightly where he sat, just wishing above all else that everything would stop hurting so much.
"Oh, Dib..." Zim reached his hand up to pet his head softly, stroking back his antennas gently. "Here. You'll feel better if you get in, okay?" he offered to help the other into the tub.
Antennae shuddering at the gentle stroking, Dib nodded his head slowly before allowing Zim to help him get undressed so he could get in the tub.
Pulling up a washcloth once Dib was settled into the soothing liquid, Zim then reached over to retrieve a small bar of soap. "Here. You just relax. Zim will clean you up." he instructed the other before kissing him and starting to clean him off.
Trying to relax as Zim began to carefully wash him, taking special care when cleaning around the stitched up area on his chest, Dib merely reclined in the tub a bit, blushing as he squeezed his legs together somewhat subconsciously, Zim being the only other person besides his mother who had ever been in the same room with him while he was completely naked.
Careful in his cleaning of Dib, Zim, however, never blushed or looked away as to him, this was a mission. Making sure he cleaned Dib thoroughly, he worked to finish his job up quickly so Dib would start to feel better soon.
Noticing how concentrated Zim seemed to be on the task at hand, Dib turned his gaze to watch Zim for a bit.
Zim merely continued working, finishing his job washing Dib's body quickly enough before turning to his hair. "Can you dunk down a little?" he asked, wanting Dib to be comfortable while he did this.
Blushing even more, Dib nodded his head before bowing it down a bit and bringing his knees up to hug to his chest so he could rest his head there comfortably as Zim began washing his hair.
Being delicate with Dib's thin antennae, Zim gently began rubbing in the soap carefully.
Entire body shuddering as the other ran his hands over his antennae softly, Dib soon let his eyes slip back closed as though to sleep as the sensation was surprisingly soothing.
Leaning down a bit when Dib seemed to relax, Zim whispered a question quietly into his antennae. "Do you feel better?" he asked, sensing Dib's comfort level now that he was in the tub.
Blinking his eyes slightly open at the question, Dib took in a more steady breath before exhaling slowly. "A little..." he admitted, the soft massaging around his antennae calming him considerably.
Smiling down at him, Zim returned his attention back to the task at hand. "I'm glad..." he said, working his fingers around each strand of hair gently.
Tiredly letting his eyes slip closed a second time, Dib then leaned up against Zim a bit and sighed in some comfort.
Smiling sadly at the small gesture, Zim leaned down to press a kiss to Dib's forehead. "You'll get better soon, Dib. I know it." he told the other in a reassuring manner, relieved now that things were calming back down.
"I hope so...The room is spinning..." Dib said, his head lolling a bit when he opened his eyes again to have a look around.