Your spine hurt. Everything hurt.

Why? Because Dib had done something stupid. Very stupid.

He’d “ borrowed “ a Pak from Zim to study— And you happened to be there. In the wrong place, at the wrong time.

The Pak activated and attached to your back, graphing to your spinal cord like it would for an Irken.

“ Are- Are you okay?! G..God I’m so sorry!! I’m so sorry! I didn’t know! I didn’t think— “

The teenager whispered urgently, propping your head up on a pillow— You felt nauseous but also like your heart was going 100 miles an hour— Dib stared at where your back was fused with the Pak, shaking.

“ Zim isn’t gonna help- Maybe- Maybe Tak’s ship knows something…— oh nonono— “

He felt like shit—