Chapter 7: Medicine
Tak sat beside the bed, while Zim looked at the pictures of his leg. He looked like a little disappointed with the result. He sighed and then tore the pictures.
The weather was a bit heavy. Threatening another rain. Zim turned to absently playing with her hands, since she wasn't really care about it.
None of them was willing to break the silence. Tak looked around the room until her eyes stop on the Zim's pillow. She look at him quickly. A small smirk appeared on her face as her fingers slid gently under the pillow.
"So... guess I'll go home now..." Tak finally spoke, Zim stopped playing with her hands and looked unhappy.
"You going to leave Zim?" Zim screamed indignantly.
"Maybe, or…" She made a pause. "Why didn't you tell me about your book?" She pulled the book under his pillow, as she spoke sarcastically.
Zim looked confused for a moment. Tak smiled again. She wasn't care about the subject, just wanted to have some fun with his reaction.
"Huh…You know, it's a book about... pigs!" He did a nervous smile.
"You don't mind if I'll read, right?" Tak flipped through a few pages.
"NO!" He took the book and clasped against his body to Tak did not get it back.
"Come on. I know you don't read it." Tak grumbled of he had spoiled the joke.
"I SAID NO!" He threw the book in the same trash where he had thrown the photos.
He quickly calmed down, it almost looked like that he just had "hung up". Tak looked at him questioning mood change. Well, at least it was better than him angry. For a moment she thought they were giving some medicine for him. But it was just unlikely, he only had a few broken bones, nothing more.
"You already imagine can being here, or ... something?"
"No…" She raised an eyebrow, curious.
"Hmm… A few days ago you wanted to kill me… You still want to kill Zim?
"Why you ask?"
"I just thought." Zim pulled the covers and covered his body.
Tak was thoughtful, she could kill him right there if she want. But she didn't had desire. Then she was interrupted when Zim came out from under the covers abruptly.
"You know what? I hate this place! I hope it explodes! Or something like that!" He started scream. Tak looked at him puzzled.
"What were you doing? Be quiet!"
"Make me, janitorial!"
Tak gritted teeth, she grabbed his shoulders and forced him against the bed. Zim struggled and screamed in a sort of growl., trying to get up, but in a point he calmed down inexplicably.
"Zim, this isn't normal." She let him, his eyes accompanied her, as if he did not understand what was happening. "They are giving some medicine for you?"
"No." He rolled his eyes. He had a little jolt, it seems he had remembered something. "Well, I think a thing... anestasy, I guess is the name."
"Anesthesia." Tak corrected. "Why are they giving this to you? You don't need it!" Tak then paused, so maybe they imagined that he would be calmer. That undoubtedly affected their emotions, but not in the way expected.
"I don't know. Maybe I need." Tak felt uncomfortable. That behavior wasn't normal. At least, not for Zim. A human could say this and just accept. But Zim, is more possible that he has a discussion with the doctors.
Tak leaned on the bed, with a questionable tone.
"So you just agreed to this? Didn't think it could kill you, perhaps?" She spoke the words calmly, in a way as to be annoying. Zim was a little embarrassed, he failed to notice the sarcasm.
"They said I would feel better, and it would be only a small dose…" He spoke with pauses, struggling to remember what they said, his memory wasn't very good. "I just wanted to feel better..."
"Just don't accept it in the next time, ok?" She gave him a cold stare. That was not a request, and she make it really obvious.
"Yeah… ok." Zim felt uncomfortable with the threat.
He blinked, as if he had suddenly remembered something. His head turned to the window, which was across the room, the sun already hid behind the buildings, leaving the city with a beautiful orange tone. But Zim didn't seem interested in that. His eyes stared at the corners of the window, looking for something.
Tak was already heading toward the door when he turned his attention to her.
"You will come tomorrow?" That question sounded ridiculously innocent.
"Well, I can try." She shrugged, without giving much importance.
"Ah… Ok…" Zim looked down, obviously frustrated. Maybe Tak should have seen it before leaving.
His attention turned to the window again.
The sun had already gone.