Sweat beading at the top of his forehead as Dib curled himself up the best he could in Zim's lap, Dib swallowed thickly, the only thing he could think of to do in that moment being to try and will himself without any drugs into as deep a sleep as possible until it was all over. He clutched Zim's shirt tightly, closing his eyes and taking deep, slow breaths.
"Well...We'd better go!" Purple said quickly before glaring at Red. "I have some THINGS to discuss with Red here." he said, Red swallowing nervously as the transmission was cut.
Realizing that Dib was trying to relax, Zim picked him up and decided to help him by taking a seat on the couch out in the living room. "Is it okay if we stay here for a while?" he asked, looking up when both Gaz and Tak exited the room where the transmission had just been cut.
"Sure, whatever. Just don't make a mess."
Zim smiled. "Thank you." he said as Tak and Gaz left the room to play video games and cook dinner. Then, taking hold of Dib's antennae, Zim gently began massaging them, trying to relax him.
Letting out a small whimper at the sensation of pain mixing with the more relaxing feeling of Zim massaging his antennae, Dib twitched the thin appendages slightly against the Irken's hands, causing him to bury his face even more into Zim's uniform top. "Mmm...Zim..." he panted out, shifting a bit against Zim.
Zim licked his cheek lovingly. "Yes, Dib?" he asked, ready to do anything the other might want him to do.
Opening his mouth to say something, Dib was instantly overcome by another sharp pain in his abdomen that had him merely groaning in even more pain.
Eyes growing wide, Zim held Dib even tighter. "Shuushh...It's okay. I've got you..." he said, supporting the boy in his arms.
Dib shrank down against Zim. "I want my mom..." he said in such a low whisper it would be nearly impossible for Zim to hear him before he began sobbing gently to himself as he shifted about more, trying to get comfortable but having a hard time doing so.
Still stroking Dib's antennae, Zim sighed. "I'm sorry...I'm so, so sorry, Dib..." he said, feeling horrible.
Shivering against Zim as he shifted back and forth between positions, Dib finally gave up on sleeping. "Z-Zim...I-It hurts so b-bad...I-I want to go home..." he pleaded with the other to take him home despite knowing that Zim probably wouldn't agree to move him in his current condition.
Nuzzling Dib, Zim sighed again. "I know, Dib...But I don't want to move you yet. It might hurt worse if I started carrying you away." he said, not wanting Dib to hurt any more than he already was.
"Hey, are you two hungry?"
Sobbing in response to his sister's question, Dib could only roll over to bury his face in Zim's shirt yet again, not wanting to see let alone think about food in his current condition. All he wanted was to go home, but he knew Zim wouldn't risk moving him until the pain began to ebb away.
Zim shook his head. "No, we're just going to sit here, okay...?" he didn't want to eat if Dib didn't want to.
Shrugging that off, Gaz turned to leave. "Whatever..." she didn't really care either way what they did at this point.
Rubbing Dib's back, Zim sighed. "Let me know when you start feeling better. I'll take you home then, kay...?" he promised Dib.
"But what if I don't start feeling better?!" Dib burst out in an array of emotion, his tears coming even more now. "I want to go home! I-I want to go home..." he didn't want to wait that long to go home.
"Oh, Dib. It's okay. It's okay. Shhh..." Zim kissed and licked and stroked and did everything he could think of to calm Dib down, but it just wasn't working.
"But I feel like I'm going to be sick!" Dib brought his hands up to rub at his eyes.
"I-I'm sorry..." Zim looked like he was about to break down himself now. Dib was hurting so much, and he didn't know how to help him.
Everything growing too painful for him to even attempt to speak through his sobs, Dib gasped for air now.
"Ohh, Dib...Why can't I just give you painkillers?"
"N-No!" Dib managed to force out with some difficulty. "N-No drugs! I-It's bad for the smeets!" he narrowed his eyes on Zim as a warning not to push the subject any further.
Nuzzling Dib some more, Zim sighed yet again. "Okay..." he agreed though he didn't like it.
Holding his stomach as he sniffled wetly and made another attempt to fall back to sleep, Dib finally let his eyes slip back closed as he pressed himself up against Zim.
Trying to help soothe Dib long enough for him to fall asleep, Zim stroked his antennae.
Managing to push the pain back enough in his head, Dib finally, after another thirty long minutes of trying to get comfortable, slipped into a light sleep, the pain still there but not quite strong enough to pull him out of it. Antennae falling back, he then let out a few small whimpers in his sleep but remained otherwise quiet.
Growing tired himself, his body screaming at him to go to sleep, Zim merely continued to stroke Dib's antennae, not allowing himself that luxury just yet.
Peeking into the room when she sensed that everything had calmed back down, Gaz quietly spoke up to Zim once again when she was sure Dib had fallen asleep. "Hey. Now that he's asleep, do you want something to eat from the kitchen? I already know he probably won't feel up for eating anything for a while, but that's no reason for you to have to suffer too." she didn't see the point in that for the time being when Dib needed him.
Zim shook his head however. "No, I'm not hungry..." he said, not once taking his eyes off of the sleeping Dib.
Sighing at that response, Gaz turned to leave. "Well, if you do get hungry, there are leftovers in the fridge. Tak says you're welcome to stay the night, but you have to sleep out here on the couch. And there are blankets in the closet by the front door in case you get cold. Now, I'm going to bed." she said before finally walking out of the room to join Tak in the room she had set up for the both of them.
Letting Gaz know he had heard what she said, Zim nodded. He eyed the closet where the blankets were for a minute before deciding he could deal without one, not wanting to wake Dib up again.
His whimpers coming less and less often now as time ticked away from one hour to two to three to four, Dib slept soundly against Zim, the pain thankfully subsiding though leaving him fairly sore still. "Mmm...Zim..." he mumbled in his sleep, finding the rim of Zim's shirt and attempting to wriggle his way under it for more warmth, shivering when he could only get partway underneath it.
Eeping, Zim then giggled a little. "I guess you're cold..." he eyed the closet again. "Maybe my PAK legs..." he used his PAK legs to get to the blankets in the closet and almost made it without waking Dib.
But before he could reach it, Dib flinched at all the movement, blinking his eyes open slowly to find himself pressed against Zim's warm skin. "Z-Zim..?" his voice came out weak, slightly disoriented as he made an attempt to sit up but had some trouble getting out from underneath Zim's shirt. His entire body felt horribly sore now, as though it were inflamed but cold at the same time.
"Oh, I'm sorry. Did I wake you up?" Zim stopped short of his attempts to reach the closet, momentarily forgetting about the blanket.
Continuing to struggle to pull himself out from underneath the Irken's shirt for a few moments, Dib finally managed to get his head free and sit himself up slowly, a look of discomfort on his face from how sore everything was, especially around his midsection. "O-Oww...I-It's cold...Can we go home yet?" he asked, not answering Zim's question as he shivered in his spot and sent the other another desperate look, just wanting to leave and sleep in a real bed.
Looking worried still, Zim smiled nonetheless. "Yeah. We can go home if you're ready." he nodded, Dib at least looking a little bit better now.