Hospital Jello c.2

Zim grabbed a napkin from the sink and turned the water on, putting the cloth in the liquid, burning his hand in the cold stream of water, causing him to flinch back and his in pain.

Quickly though, NOT wanting to lose this job he pulled some rubber gloves from his pockets and snapped them on before going back to what he was doing, grabbing the cloth, wetting it, and kneeling by the human to put it on his forehead, wondering where Julie was, or better yet, a different nurse, hoping one would come soon as he was told a million times not to leave a patient unattended or to move them when they're ill.

One of the rules he's end up breaking if someone didn't get there NOW!

"What happened?" Julie asked as she ran in, and went onto the other side of the patient in the cramped room. She quickly gathered what was happening. With a heavy sigh, she felt his wet forehead and determined what she had to do. She groaned in irritation. "I'm going to go get a doctor. He'll give Dib a shot, we'll return him to his bed, and he'll dose him up with medicine and change his prescription again."

She stood, and went to the door. "If he does anything else, page me!" And like that, she was out of the room once more.

The boy, now identified as 'Dib', rolled his head around, letting his eyes finally land on Zim, though no malice was shown in his face as he tried to take control of his own body with much failure.

Zim took the cloth and moved it around on Dib's face, trying to cool him down a little, as he looked around the bathroom. It was disgusting; didn't they have a department that's supposed to clean these?

Dib calmed at the cold on his forehead, now having a fuller ability to just stare at Zim. His face weakly scrunched up and his jaw slacked to let out a small noise in pain. His body jerked and twitched at his own noise, and he lifted a hand up to grab onto Zim's arm softly, making no sign of what he wanted with it.

Zim's gaze darted to Dib the instant he heard a noise and he looked at the human questioningly. "Wha-what?" He asked, eye-brows scrunching up in concern.

The human just panted, closing his eyes tightly. It was obvious he was in pain.

Dib's doctor, a man that went by the name of Mr. Wallace made his way into the room, Julie following right behind him.

"Hello, Dib!" The man sang with a smile on his face as if his patient wasn't lying on the ground having just thrown up with a fever in pain. He crouched down next to Zim, and with the syringe in hand, he took the boy's arm and injected him with fluid.

Julie watched, chewing gum that she found the time to pick up on her way to get Dr. Wallace.

"What's wrong with him?" Zim asked curiously, genuinely wanting to know what Dib was even in need of hospitalization for in the first place.

Dr. Wallace just hummed as he looked up at Zim. "Here, help me haul him up, and I'll tell you." He then looked over to Julie who jumped and quickly got out a wheel chair.

As the two, alien-nurse and human-doctor helped the fainted Dib up to his chair, he began explaining. "Well, Dib just threw up, apparently. I'm thinking it's from the medicine we've been giving him. This is the second time since he's been here that we've had to switch medicine for this reason." He made a small groan, now rolling Dib out of the restroom and to his bed. "I'll probably need to check to see if anything tore," He muttered more to himself than to Zim.

"Tore?" Zim asked, trailing behind the doctor curiously.

"Yeah," The man made a strained noise as he picked Dib up and laid him back on his bed, soon fixing his blankets to lie back on him. "His throat. We just had an operation on it to take out a tumor."

"Shouldn't he be in a  recovery ward then or something?" Zim said, looking at the boy oddly.

"Things keep happening to him." The man answered simply. "So, we just keep him here." He left to go to the counter to pick up a few tools and returned back to Dib. He pried his jaws open and peered down his throat with a utensil with a light on it.

"How does it look?" Zim asked quickly, leaning over to try and see for himself.

The man took his tool away and turned towards Julie who was standing at the far end of the room. "It tore again. It isn’t an emergency this time, but could you please schedule him for surgery in an hour or something?" He asked her before putting his stuff away.

The more experienced nurse just nodded and left, leaving Dr. Wallace virtually alone with Zim in the room. "He'll be fine." He smiled.

Zim looked from Dib to Dr. Wallace... Dib... Wallace... before a smile broke out over his face which he tried to pass off as a sign of relief.

Of course with success as we all know humans are stupid.

"Tell me about this tumor." Zim said, sitting down in a chair awaiting explanations.

"Ah, right," The doctor smiled back, happy with the new nurse-in-training's concern over their patient, he sat next to him and explained the best he could, making mental notes here and there as to what would correct Dib's throwing up problem.

Zim absorbed the knowledge like a sponge, paying as close attention as possible to take it to memory exactly how the doctor said, adding it to the other information he had gathered working at the hospital.

It wasn’t too long after the doctor left, leaving Zim there to hear the sounds of Dib's harsh breathing alone.

Not too long after, Dr. Wallace returned, and handed Zim three bottles. "Since you're so concerned over your patient, I'll let you be in charge of giving him two of each of these when he wakes up." He smiled warmly at the nurse-in-training.

"But, I'm not allowed to administer drugs." Zim pointed out, looking down at and reading each drug's label.

"You seem capable, and I give you permission!" The man said lightheartedly, waving to him as he walked off and out of the room.

"This SCREAMS 'law suit'." Zim said once he was alone, setting the medication down and pulling off his gloves to go back to doing homework until the Dib-human thing woke up.

Twenty minutes and thirty-three seconds went by since the doctor left, and the human on the bed was just waking up. Granted, it was earlier than the syringe shot up his arm was measured for. The boy stirred and rubbed his eyes. There was a nasty taste in his mouth, but he tried to ignore it as well as the sharp pain in his throat that seemed to have been forgotten about by his doctor.

Zim almost didn't notice the human's quiet stirrings but his sensitive antennae were able to pick the movement up and he looked up at Dib then to the bottles, wondering if he should give Dib the pills despite the doctor's approval.

In the end he decided it would be for the best and got up, walking over to where he left the medication and grabbed them before moving to Dib’s bedside, saying, "Alright, Dib I think your name was, Dr. Wallace gave me these to give to you. Two of each."

Dib turned his look back to Zim and glare- but it was a different kind of glare than it was earlier. It was softer than before. He couldn’t help but feel a little relieved that Zim came to help him. Dib held his hand out to Zim, willing to take the pills.

Zim measured out what he needed in his hand first before handing the pills to Dib. All six of them.

No one should have to take that many pills at once.

Dib gave Zim an unamused look as he held the pills in hand. He had no water. He made a point to lean on the wall behind his bed to demonstraight just how unamused he was by this.

Zim gave Dib an equally unamused look, mockingly asking, "What? No please?" before walking off to get the human a cup of water to take the pills down with, a small smirk on his face. The Dib thing couldn't talk, but ZIM sure could. And oh the talking he'd be doing until the human got better.

Dib reached out for the cup when Zim had returned, and pouted at the look Zim was giving him.

"What is it you want?" Zim asked teasingly, tiling his head to the side in mock innocence.

The pale boy scowled, clenching his hands open and closed towards the direction of the drink. If looks could kill, Zim would be catching on fire right now for the humiliation he was imposing on Dib.

"I'm sorry, you'll have to be a little more clear than that." Zim informed Dib, turning around as if to put the drink back.

Dib's face went red, though it was unclear if it was because he was angry or embarrassed. He gritted his teeth together and mouthed something to Zim, trying to define each mouth motion carefully so he could get his just reward; the drink.

Zim turned around and walked back over to Dib, eyeing his lips movements as he got closer until he was almost in Dib’s face, still holding the drink out of reach though and asking, "Was there a please in there?"

Dib only grew angrier, and tried to reach for the drink so far away, only failing and coming closer to the face that taunted him so. After narrowing his eyes and gritting his teeth harder, he tried. He made a p-l blend, stretched his lips to make an 'e', and finally, formed an s, letting out air to make the familiar sound that required no voice.

Zim smile and handed  the cup to Dib, saying, "I would have settled for a nod, but that's even better, I guess that deserves two glasses." With the always there mocking voice.

Dib clenched the paper cup tightly is disapproval of Zim's methods as he popped a pill in his mouth, and swallowed it with water, and doing that a few times over and over again. He set his drink off to the side and gave Zim a definite glare, one that could spell death over somebody if it could.

Zim went back over to sit at the table with his home work, opening a book and burying himself in it before saying, "Oh, by the way, Dr. Wallace is taking you into surgery in about twenty minutes I think."

Dib just scowled. Soon, he took his notebook and opened it to a fresh page, took his pen and wrote in large, thick letters, "You Suck, you know!" and held it up over his head for the other to read, and hitting the bed to snag his attention.

Zim looked up and asked, as if hurt, "Why? Because I wanted to warn you that you were going to get cut into, I'm sorry, I'll let it be a surprise next time."

Dib gave a harsher glare, taking the notebook down and flipping over to a new page, one that, with a few seconds, now said "No, 'cause you SUCK, JERK!" which he didn’t hesitate to show Zim.

"No, YOU suck!" Zim said, standing up angrily and pointing and accusing finger at Dib. "You suck because you're a pain in the ass to take care of! Stop going out of your way to make my job more difficult!"

Dib retreated his notebook and recoiled a little away from Zim, however far off he was. A small hint of fear showed in his eyes before he took a deep, painful breath, and replaced it with a look of anger and frustration. He pulled his knees to his chest and pouted.

Zim's antennae twitched and he looked at Dib with thinly veiled confusion.

Dib was afraid of him?

Well of course all creatures should shrivel up with fear at the very mention of Zim but that's only AFTER he conquers the Earth.

And it's not like he'd even done anything to the human yet. If nothing else he saved Dib's life, so why?

Dib glare soften as he stared back in confusion at the look the alien was now giving him. He rested the side of his head up against his knee. When he caught his expression getting softer, he hardened it right back up and scooted a little closer against the wall.

"What's the matter with you?" Zim asked, a little at a loss for what to do now.

Dib shook his head coolly, confused as to why he was getting this sort of response back from his nurse. He let his hand up to his head and pulling some messy bits of hair back on his head. When he finally felt uncomfortable enough by the stares of the enemy alien, he fastened his eyes on a nearby wall, glancing over cautiously at Zim every two seconds, fear settling down for embarrassment.

Zim slowly sat back down in his seat to go back to doing his homework, eyes roaming over the humans' complicated form of math, math he could do in his head in less than half the time it takes to write the problem out their way.

Dib slid back in bed with some time. Things had turned awkward for Dib, from saying Zim sucked to now this calm strangeness. Still, though. He stayed in bed until five minutes before the scheduled operation.

He readjusted himself so that he was sitting on the edge of the bed; obviously bored and anxious on getting the operation to fix his pained throat. At least going to the surgery room would be more exciting than being stuck in this room.

Zim got up and stretched, also waiting for the doctor to come take Dib away so he could ask for the few hours Dib was in surgery off. He NEEDED a break.

Dib swung his white feet off of the bed, glaring at Zim coldly. Every once in a while he looked up at the clock, counting the seconds as they went by. They took so long. A buzz from a white light above loudly filled the room as Dib and Zim seemed to keep perfectly silent.

Zim packed his things away in his bag and slung it over his shoulder, waiting patiently because he learned the first week he was here that Sunday was the day everything ran slower.

The door cricked open, and a familiar man walked in with a Julie behind him rolling a wheel chair behind him and to Dib.

"It's good to see you, Dib! You've got to quit being so broken on me all of the time!" Dr. Wallace sang.

Dib seemed to flinch at what he had said. 'Broken'. Nevertheless, he allowed Julie to help him into the wheel chair.

"I presume everything went alright while I was away?" The man turned and asked Zim.

"Everything was fine, he was an angel, he took his pills, etcetera, etcetera." Zim said, waving a hand. "Can I leave while Dib is in surgery?"

"Sure," The tall doctor smiled.

Julie rolled out a bored Dib that made sure to give Zim a glare, unappreciative of how green his skin was.

Zim let out a sigh of joy, lugging his heavy book bag out of the hospital and back to his base, a condominium looking thing, painted an ugly brown color like the one's surrounding it while the inside was covered in various shades of red, purple, and green.

"SIR!" Zim barked, to which a small robot came up to him, stopping every few steps to spark and sizzle.

Zim sighed.

The small robot, or, SIR unit, ended up getting banged around a little when they entered Earth's atmosphere and now something inside it was broke. What, Zim couldn't be sure, but there was definately something broken, making the tiny thing almost useless on a whole but able to do simple tasks.

He tossed the book bag at the SIR unit, which it caught, saying, "Take that into the kitchen and come back to run a height scan.

The SIR did as commanded, putting the book bag on the kitchen table then rushing back to its master to run a height scan.

"Master Zim has grown four inches since last scanned." The SIR unit informed Zim, making the alien grin widely. He pulled a few vials of some kind of liquid from his uniform pocket, the labels indicating they were from the hospital and were not to be taken from there without a doctor's signed consent. Not that Zim cared.

Zim had taken the vials filled with the human growth hormone or whatever it was from the hospital when he first started training there, along with several other drugs, for testing and when he discovered the chemicals used in the hormone injections he had to test it out for himself, despite what protocol or instinct told him.

The result was better than he ever could have hoped for.

Invader Zim, shortest of all the invaders, shorter than the average human child, was growing at an astounding rate, growing just a little under a foot taller in the few weeks he's been on the filthy dirt ball planet.

Dib rested himself in the starch white room with bright light all around him. Men and women in surgical uniforms and masks over their nose and mouths gathered around the pale boy with a tray and plenty of tools.

Not that this mattered to the moonlit child at all. He expected this, after all.

Still, however, anxiety that was never meant to be called to him through his heart and made his mind question. He had never had this problem before- why now would he just start worrying?

The alien.

That was it, wasn’t it? A small fear crept onto him that the second he lost consciousness in this great hospital, his soul would be taken from him by the alien nurse himself. His imagination roamed. Perhaps his limp, sleeping, drug-induced body would get stolen by the nurse? He'd be used as an experiment, just like he wouldn’t mind doing to him.

Now, instead of just his throat being sliced open and worked on, it would be his chest, his stomach, perhaps his arms and legs. Things would get removed, and placed back differently than when they were first in his body. He'd get transformed. Become an experiment.

The young teen's breathing became harsh, but the doctors around him getting ready for the surgery dismissed it for nervousness on the surgery. It wasn’t long, however, until the men and women of the room forced sleep on the boy.

It was a drug induced sleep, that didn’t last nearly as long as the doctors thought it would, not like that mattered to the apathetic doctors, however much in pain the small Dib was in. They just sent him back to sleep until his operation was done, and he was sent to a recovery room to wake up two hours later.

Zim came to Dib in the recovery room after wondering around the halls for a good half hour and, though getting lost annoyed him, nothing could ruin his good mood.

If his growth spurts continued, he could become the next Tallest!

The drowsy Dib stared at the shorter green nurse the greeted him with a grand smile. A question came to Dib's tongue to ask bitterly, 'What are you so happy about?' but the words never came. Instead, he just lay there like he would every day in the hospital.

Zim placed the book bag he brought back with him on the table and sighed cheerily, saying, "I don't know about you, but I feel much better."

Zim received a weak, sour glare from Dib.

The alien wasn't at all fazed by the look, his mood much too bright to sour at this point. "Aw, don't look at me like that. Soon you'll be healed and back home with you pathetic parents and whoever else you may  have to share a house with."

Dib's glare then went a little soft, and the boy felt something of strange hurt and distaste. He turned his back on the alien he was having anxiety about earlier, and pulled his blanket over his shoulder.

"What? Don’t you want to go home?"  Zim asked, one eye narrowed in confusion.

The human tensed up. It was obvious by the way his shoulders went higher and his head dipped forwards. If he could talk, he wouldn’t want to talk about this.

Zim's eyes narrowed further, his head tilting a little as he asked, "You do want to go home, right?"

Dib pulled out an arm from his cover and flapped his hand at Zim, signaling his answer.

Zim grumbled but sat himself in his chair and began doing home work again, waiting until it was time to get the human dinner since he had surgery through lunch.

After minutes of lying there pouting like a child, Dib rolled over to face Zim again. His eyes fell on the book he was working from. It was a literature book.

It was for his grade level, too.

Dib stared at it for a good long while with questions filling his head about the green nurse. However hard he tried to shrug them off, it just would not be.

Zim chewed on his bottom lips as he answered the questions after the short story as best he could. He was not a very good reader, he found out. Sure he could read the story faster than anyone else, but he had a hard time getting anything from the story other than what was there in black and white.

It was a story, nevertheless.

A story. The more Dib sat and pondered on it, the more he realized just how much he was hungering over a story. Any kind of story would be nice. Talking was nice. Hearing others talk was nice. The only thing he had in this room, however, was an alien and an annoying buzzing sound from the light.

Zim's antennae twitched as he tried to make sense of one of the questions, his mind fleeing from that when Dib's mood seemed to drop. He looked up at the boy and tilted his head a little. Was he lonely? He looked like he needed company, definately.

"When do your parents usually visit?" Zim asked curiously.

Dib didn’t move a bit for a few seconds as he stared at Zim after the question. Though, with time, he gradually just shook his head, keeping his eyes still fastened on his nurse.

"They don't come?" Zim asked, eyes widening slightly. In his experience parents seemed to be loving and kind and willing to do anything for their children. So why wouldn't Dib's come visit him in the hospital?

Dib drooped down some, feeling the surprised question burn within him something painful. He then shook his head again, but this time it was slower.

Zim got up, book in hand, and sat down in the chair next to the bed, actually feeling pretty sorry for the human.

Dib, keeping a watchful eye on the alien he didn’t seem to trust, withdrew a little in his laying position.

"Why don't your parents come see you?" Zim asked, setting the book in his lap as he leaned over some to get a better look at Dib's face.

Dib recoiled some more, and he could feel his heart quicken in pace at the nosy un-nosed alien nearing in closer. He frowned despite this. How was he suppose to say? Why would he even want to think about something like that? It was normal for this to happen, anyway.

Zim sighed, pulling back to look at Dib with a less than impressed face, asking, "You're just a teen angst story waiting to happen aren't you?"

The human glared, obviously unhappy by Zim's choice or words or that even an alien such as himself would speak to him. He didn’t need to be spoken to by an alien!

Dib pouted, puffing out his cheeks before gripping the book from Zim's lap, only to realize it was too heavy for him at the moment, forcing him to let go.

Zim looked from Dib, to his book, Dib, the book.

"You want to read something?" He asked, holding the book up.

Dib gave a small nod, making a strange crinkling noise on his pillow from such an action.

"Mmmm," Zim hummed thoughtfully before deciding Dib couldn't be trusted and opened the book to a random story, saying, "I'll read TO you."

Dib gave the other a confused look, and he mouthed 'why?' as he tried to prop himself up in a sitting position before giving up and falling back in a crooked state with his head against the wall and his back against the pillow, bending at his neck.

Zim ignored Dib’s question and got right into reading, being sure to speak clearly so he wouldn't have to repeat himself.

The pale boy watched Zim's lips intently. Every movement they made, every syllable they formed. It was almost hypnotic, whether the alien knew this or not. Suddenly, Dib was calmed. Everything seemed better than they had been for a while. He wasn’t just getting attention from the doctors checking to see if his body was alright- no, he was getting attention for his own emotional easiness, it seemed.

Still, however, this came from the alien-nurse himself, and Dib vaguely wondered if this was a trap, but with no fear behind it. Instead, with every bit of this green person's voice that passed through his lips, Dib was put more and more at ease.

In some strange way, it felt perfect, and comforting.

Zim pronounced every word of the stupid story he was reading perfectly with little effort on his part. It was a juvenile story with very little point to it about a morning bird that got turned around on his way south for the winter and was eaten by a polar bear. But still, Zim liked to talk, and it was obvious by the way Dib seemed to calm that he was being listened to intently, which he also liked.

Dib watched as Zim's almost plastic-looking eyes with such a beautiful unique eye shape dragged back and forth against the paper.

When the story was finished, Dib just continued to stare, as if he was still being read to.

Zim looked up at Dib, expecting some annoyed look on the human's face instead of the intense one that was currently being shown his way and his surprise made itself apparent in the way he looked back at the boy curiously.

"You... want another story?" Zim asked after a while.

It felt childish to Dib to behave this way over just being read to, something as futile and weak as that, but Dib nodded slightly, abandoning his morals towards dependency and independency.

Zim nodded back, hesitating before looking back at the book and flipping a few pages to the next story. Something about a fox and a bear... he wasn't really paying much attention.

It left Dib much in the same dreamy state at Zim's voice as it had the previous story. He pushed himself up better to try to steal a peak at the book Zim was reading from. Every once in a while he'd just bend forward and look up at his reading from that position.

Zim's antennae twitched as he read, picking up Dib’s mood by the slight changes in his chemistry. The boy was much more relaxed that he had even been while he was sleeping, much to the irken's surprise. Maybe the human really was just lonely, just needed some company and someone to take care of him, despite his unwillingness to let anyone do so.

Dib watched until his reader stopped. He sat back normally on the bed and pulled his legs up tight to his chest. He wanted to take the thick book from Zim and read back to him, if anything, just to hear himself read like he use to before his tumor, but for now, for now this was good. He was content.

"So... uh...." Zim looked around a little when he was done, antennae twitching here and there but mostly falling still once more. He really didn't know what to do at this point. Just go back to doing homework, read more to Dib, or find something else to do with the human.

Dib, after a pause, mouthed something unrecognizable to the alien, but not without feeling weird that he had to do so. He was appreciative of the reading, sure, but he didn’t really want the other to know this, and so, wanted to quickly put him to work so he could have time to reflect back on himself.

Zim tilted his head as he looked back to Dib, only catching the last bits of whatever it was Dib was saying. "Hm?"

Dib tried mouthing it again, only slower this time and pointing to his stomach lazily.

"Food?" Zim asked, standing up and setting his book on the chair.

Dib's face brightened up for a split second at the correct answer, but soon fell to the more casual calm state it was in before, and he nodded.

"Alright," Zim said, nodding back and pulling out the menu/checklist from the drawer on the nightstand and handing it to Dib, waiting for him to select him meal before taking the top sheet off the pad and putting the rest of them back and leaving to get the human's food.

Dib made certain that the second Zim left, he got out of his bed and made careful steps over to the backpack Zim had left on the counter. Luckily for the alien, he hadn’t any chemicals left in there, but instead, mountains of work from their town's school.

Dib gathered all the information he could get from the alien's backpack.

Although he was taking freshmen English, he appeared to be a senior, by what his badge said. "Zim", was what it read with the alien's face stamped on the badge. He wasn’t wearing the nurse's suit as he was here in the hospital, which was strange for Dib, but normal, he supposed.

He dug through more and more, looking for some sort of evidence- some sort of thing that was more alien than the thought having to do homework while you were at work. All he found was papers and books.

He was great at math requiring formulas, and chemistry, it seemed, but horrible in everything else.

Zim came back a short while later, carrying a tray of some kind of soup, as it was the only thing Dib could eat that the moment, soup, which made the irken kind of pity Dib. The human must be dying on the inside, not being able to eat snacks.

Zim put the tray of food on the rolling table and brought it over Dib's bed for him to eat, taking the literature book Dib was consumed in flipping through away from the human so he could eat.

"The chef said he'll get some ice cream ready for you when you’re done." He reported, taking the book over to lay with the rest of his home work, staring at his bag for a moment, he could have sworn he closed that.

Dib went to work at his soup right away. He took heavy spoonfuls and slurped it down, enjoying the soothing sensation the soup had with his pained throat. He peaked up at Zim as he slurped more and more down, genuinely grateful for the ice-cream, although he had no way to say it.

Zim sat back down at the table, pushing a pencil around in a 'I REALLY don't want to do this right now' look though he knew he had to get this work done, if only as confirmation to himself that he knew what he was doing.

Dib held the bowl by its sides and lifted it up to his lips, where he promptly drank its contents. He placed the bowl down and gave a satisfied sigh before peaking over to see what Zim was doing.

Zim had dropped the English completely while Dib had been eating, instead going on to tackle math and science, those being the easiest for him.

Hell he could have done that stuff with he was two minutes old!

Dib snatched up the English paper laying on the table next to him. Setting his tray of soup aside, Dib put the paper on the table and began reading it. With his eyes still on the paper, he wiggled his fingers towards Zim, requesting the pencil.

Zim looked around a moment until he found an extra one and handed it to Dib, wanting to see what the Dib was going to do.

Dib pressed the paper against his leg and began filling in answers to a famous short story that Zim had to read, and apparently, Zim didn't get. It was almost laughable to Dib how simple minded Zim's answers were with this story- the questions, that is, he answered.

Zim leaned over to watch Dib work looking only more confused at the answers Dib wrote down.

As if he sang a happy 'Done!', Dib held the paper up to proudly show the owner of the sheet of paper, bragging about his in-depth answers.

Zim took the paper gingerly and read over it, giving Dib an even more confused look and asking, "How did you get these answers?"

Dib pulled himself up and positioned himself where he could see the paper, excitedly pointed to an answer and opened his mouth. His voice didn’t even try to push itself out.

Zim stared at Dib curiously for a moment before drooping a little. That was right, Dib couldn't talk could he?

Dib retreated to the bed, and with a casual look on his face, he shrugged as if it wasn’t important. He then flapped his hand in Zim's direction while giving a cocky smile to tell him to just go with it.

Zim looked over the paper and book marked his literature book with it, casually putting it away as if he himself had just finished that paper.

Dib looked down at his hands in his lap. This was sort of nice, he thought to himself. Even if this company so near to him doing his work was an alien that he was positive was bent on world domination.

Zim finished up his home work and put it away, wishing he could have a conversation with Dib instead of just sitting there with nothing to do for the twenty minutes until seven o'clock rolled around and he had to leave.