ZaDR: Novacaine ch7

Demons

My throat was throbbing in pain, but I couldn't stop screaming. Everyone in the class, even Dib, stared at me…

Finally I ran out of air and I panted, gripping my desk tightly.

"Zim, do you have something to share with the class?"

I was gonna be sick.

Without even asking, I ran out the door, activating my spider legs for extra speed. I barely made it to the bathroom before I lost it.

When I was done, I collapsed to the cold floor, the acidic taste of vomit thick on my tongue. I was shaking violently, too exhausted to even deactivate my spider legs.

I hoped nobody came to investigate.

Then again, did I really care at this point?

My 'stomach' heaved again and I pulled myself up, throwing up yet again in the porcelain bowl. Afterwards, I flushed the toilet and watched the filthy water swirl.

I realized my wig was gone and I was missing a contact. Had I come to school without them? No, Dib would've pointed it out…

I was crying.

"Zim?"

"Speak of the devil…" I mumbled, trying to remain absolutely silent. Unfortunately my traitor of a 'stomach' wanted to surrender its contents again and I had no choice but to obey.

There was a knock on the stall door. "Zim? Are you ok?"

"No…" I rasped, collapsing to the floor again, tears streaming down my face. I didn't even notice when Dib opened the door and kneeled next to me.

"Zim?"

My vision was fading as I sank into unconsciousness. "I wanna go home…" I closed my eyes miserably as the world swirled. "I wanna go home…"

But I couldn't. The Tallest hated me, it was so clear now. They wanted nothing more than for me to die.

Fucking demons.

I was briefly aware of Dib picking me up, my spider legs scraping against the ground. A gentle hand wiped away my tears and I gave into the growing darkness.