As Dib's struggling to get away got worse and worse by the second, Zim had to hold onto him even tighter to ensure he wouldn't hurt himself in his current state of mind. "Dib, stop it! I'm not going to hurt you!" He exclaimed, still gripping him tightly before his voice became a bit softer. "I'd never let anyone hurt you...Please, Dib. Enough of this." He then tried to calm him so the nurse's presence there wouldn't set him off again when she returned.
His efforts to get away lessening with each passing minute as he panted out tiredly in the quiet room, Dib struggled for a few minutes longer before finally beginning to grow tired, tears streaming down his cheeks from how worn out he was now. "Please...I just want to go home...Please, let me go...You're hurting me..." He jerked his body about a few more times in one last attempt to get away before finally becoming still in the other's arms, hugging himself and breaking down even more.
Using this opportunity to quickly turn Dib around and hug him to himself, Zim couldn't help but feel rather guilty for having to do this as one arm wrapped over him in case he tried to escape again and the other hand stroked Dib's hair gently in an attempt to try and calm him a bit. "...I'm sorry." He moved his hand down from Dib's hair to press to his warm cheek.
Burying his face in the soft fabric of Zim's uniform top, Dib's body shook with emotion as every small touch from the Irken was almost enough to have him bursting into tears again from how sore his body currently was.
With a syringe in hand, the nurse made her way back into the room. "Alright, I got the fever reducer. As soon as this takes effect, he should start to calm down somewhat and hopefully recognize who we are again." She approached Dib, taking his arm and injecting him with the medicine, causing Dib to let out a loud yelp at the sudden feeling of something piercing the skin on his arm.
Beginning to struggle a bit again, Dib didn't stop until he felt her finally pull the needle out of his arm.
"There, there now, Dib. You'll be fine." The nurse looked back up at Zim. "It may take somewhere between 10 to 20 minutes to take full effect. In the meantime, can you help me get him back into bed?" She asked, moving to help Zim lift him up from the floor.
Nodding and letting the nurse help him sit Dib onto the bed carefully, Zim kept ahold of him.
"Don't worry. He'll be alright in a bit. Just keep an eye on him, and contact me if anything happens."
Turning to Dib as the nurse left, Zim nodded again. Looking at him in a mixture of guilt and sympathy, he then carefully placed him on his lap, hugging him to himself again but not tightly. "I'm sorry, Dib-thing...I didn't know what else to do." He said, feeling horrible about how roughly he had been forced to handle Dib.
Slowly calming, little by little as Zim held him close, Dib sniffled wetly as he was rocked back and forth a bit in a soothing manner. Hiding his face in the other's chest, his body then continued to shake as everything around him slowly began to calm down, causing his blurred vision to become clearer and clearer as the effects of the medicine began to take their toll on him. "Z-Zim...?" He asked in a rather disoriented manner.
Eyes widening a little at hearing his name, Zim smiled weakly. "Yep." He gave him a small peck on the forehead. "Feeling any better?" He asked, happy to see Dib recognized him now.
Wincing a bit in pain, Dib closed his eyes. "M-My head hurts..." He looked up at Zim, confusion setting in as he brought a shaking hand up to feel his face, wet with tears, but was unable to register any longer why he had begun crying in the first place. Looking about the room, he then noticed the things that had been knocked over by him or shoved to the side, like the chair he had grabbed ahold of earlier. "Wh-What happened?" He asked, not remembering anything that had just occurred.
"You don't remember?" Zim brought up his hands to Dib's face and wiped away his tears with his thumbs. "Oh, don't worry about it." He smiled at him.
Sending Zim another confused look, Dib looked around the room again before then shuddering. "I think I'm going to be sick..." He said, holding his stomach and trying to keep himself from losing it all over the bed.
Zim's eyes widened a bit. "Oh...Uhmm." He looked around. "I thought I saw a..." He looked under the bed and grabbed a bucket, placing it in Dib's arms and pressing the call button on the wall before moving back over to Dib again.
Body jolting a few times as he tried to keep down what little he had in his stomach, Dib finally gave in and began throwing up in the bucket, once again most of it being blood. Placing it to the side once he'd finished, he then began shaking all over and took in a shaky breath as he leaned in to cling to Zim and wait for the nurse to come.
Putting his arms back around Dib, Zim rubbed a hand on his back lightly and looked sad for the other.
The nurse walked in. "Someone called for me?" she asked before noticing the bucket.
Zim looked up at the nurse. "Yes...Dib threw up." He said, keeping his voice soft for the other's sake.
"Alright, I'll take care of it and be back in a few minutes with a cup of water so he can rinse his mouth out." The nurse took the bucket to have it cleaned, turning back to face Zim before leaving the room. "In the meantime, why don't you get him back into bed so he can lie down and get some rest? It's about time he got back to sleep anyways, and hopefully it will make him feel better." She said, not wanting him to stay up out of bed for much longer.
His eyes tightly closed, Dib let a small whimper slip out from him as he buried his face even further into Zim's chest. "I'm sorry...I'm sorry..." He apologized over and over to the other.
Pulling back the covers, Zim turned back to Dib once the nurse left. "Yeah, maybe you should try getting back to sleep, Dib." He got off the bed, moving Dib over to rest his head on the pillow and bring the covers up over him.
Closing his eyes and trying to keep back his tears as he reached out his arms to Zim, Dib sniffled wetly, just wanting the other's closeness. "I don't want to be here. Why can't I just get better already so I can go home?" His voice came out in a broken tone.
Wrapping his arms around Dib, Zim sighed. "I don't know, but you will get better, Dib. It's just...taking time." He said, also wishing Dib didn't have to stay there.
"But I'm just getting worse!" Dib hid his face back in Zim's chest, now beginning to cry again as he felt as though all of this suffering had been for nothing.
"..." Zim remained silent for a moment before looking down a little sadly as he continued to hug the other. "Well...Maybe it has to get worse before it gets better...?" He suggested, just wanting to say anything in that moment that might make Dib feel better about things.
With a glass of water and a plastic bowl in hand, the nurse walked back in. "Here we are, Dib." she said, offering him both.
Moving out of the way, Zim allowed the nurse to hand them over to Dib.
Taking the cup of water from her to wash his mouth out with, Dib very slowly sat back up in the bed before handing her back the empty cup once he'd finished. "Thank you..." his voice was quiet, coming out in a low whisper as he returned to lying back in the bed, turning over on his side and closing his eyes.
"Don't worry about it, Dib. You've had a rough night. Just try to get some sleep now. The doctor should be back in in a few hours or so to take a look at you. In the meantime, I'm going to try to contact your father again."
Slowly nodding his head, Dib then hid his face in his pillow.
The nurse turned to Zim. "I think things here will be calming down now, so I suggest you get some sleep as well." She said, gesturing to the spare bed in the room.
"Mmhmm..." Zim nodded and watched the nurse leave before sighing, looking back at Dib a little sadly and laying down on his side next to him. He then ran a hand over Dib's back gently.
Turning to face Zim so he could press as close to the other as physically possible and hide his face in the Irken's chest, Dib opened his eyes, resting his head right under Zim's chin. He sniffled wetly a few times. "I'm sorry...I'm sorry...I'm sorry..." He apologized to the other in a broken tone over and over again.
Zim's eyes widened. "Eh? Sorry for what, Dib?" He lifted Dib's face to look up at him. Wiping away Dib's tears with his thumbs, he then stared down at him, looking both a bit confused and sad for the other.
Looking up at Zim, Dib continued to sniffle wetly. "F-For everything! I'm sorry for making you stay here with me! And I'm sorry for having to put you through all this! You shouldn't have to be here dealing with any of this, but you are! And I just keep making the situation 10 times worse for you!" He exclaimed before breaking down all over again.
Looking a bit shocked for a moment by that, Zim then frowned and shook his head. "Nonsense. You shouldn't be apologizing over anything! I just want to help you through with all this and be here for you to see that you get better...So no more tears." He leaned in to give him a small peck on the lips. "...Zim is here out of choice." He said with an affirmative nod so the other wouldn't doubt him or his words.