IZ: Pins-Needles-and-Syringes-Ch-3

Pins-Needles-and-Syringes-Ch-3
Zim had laid in that bed for what seemed centuries, just counting the cracks on the ceiling. He had gotten to about a hundred and twenty before Dib had returned with a bag that seemed completely full of equipment.
Zim all of a sudden felt uncomfortable, his antenna twitching wildly, as his nerves began to grow frantic. This was the last thing he wanted, to be tested on like a rat, like the kid Nick he had in his lab.
Dib pulled out a syringe, and crossed the room to Zim, "This has always made me curious. . ." He said to himself as he jabbed it into his own arm, drawing his own crimson blood into the container. Zim watched him, horrified and curious, not knowing how to react, not knowing what to expect.
Dib smiled wickedly, and took it from his arm to Zim's abdomen. Zim whimpered, and Dib jabbed it into Zim's stomach, causing the jade skinned boy to yelp in pain, as the needle when deep and even into his spooch.
Soon Dib pulled it out after emptying the whole thing into Zim. Zim growled at him, then suddenly felt sick. It was like someone had just emptied a whole bottle of Voltorian alcohol into his system at one time, and the made him vomit off the side of the bed.
He panted hard, spooch on fire, face burning, and he couldn't pin point why. He let out a startled noise, "D-Dib. . ."
Dib began to write something down, smiling at Zim's reaction, "I hope that hurts you little peace of trash."
Zim groaned and for the first time in his whole life began to cry. Why? Why did he have to experience all of these in these ways? Why couldn't he just be at home? Why did Dib take him? Why. . . ?
Dib chuckled again, and this time it seemed a bit half hearted, as if he actually began to feel bad for Zim, but that wasn't possible. . . Right?
Dib shook his head, and returned to his bag of horrors, digging out a type of knife, and walking back to the pained and crying Zim.
Dib cut off Zim's clothes, he wanted to examine what had been off limits to the human. Once Zim's jade skin was bare, Dib lightly began to feel the surface, learning the texture, and he used the knife to cut a bit to see the colour of Zim's blood, seeing that it was a blueish colour, unlike his original guess of it being more purple.
He wrote down everything he learned, then he left Zim yet again.
The pain never went away, the sickness, the burning feeling. . . It remained, and Zim didn't know why, he didn't know what Dib's blood could've possibly done, but whatever it was, had changed something in Zim's body drastically. 
Zim's PAK began to glow a brighter pink colour, and his body began to rid itself of all it's waste though vomiting. This was Zim's first night of intense pain, but suddenly, like how it started, it ended, and he lost consciousness. He slipped into a black dreamland, that threatened to swallow him, as he slept the night away.